Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife

In the middle of the night, while murmuring, Annie followed Nathan to walk in the corridor, “It is late at night, why do you come to me? Why don’t you leave me alone?”

Nathan showed a bitter face, “Annie, I do not want to disturb you, but it is Mr. Kennedy’s command, and I cannot disobey him.”

Annie took a look at him, “What is wrong?”

“Mrs. Moore was drugged, so...”

“Got drugged?” Annie widened her eyes, “What drug? Is it that I am thinking about?”

Nathan nodded with a wry smile.

Annie immediately widened her eyes, “What is going on? Can’t Kennedy protect her?”

“Auntie, stop talking. Come with me and save her.”

Annie could not help but sneer, “I don’t have to, he himself can save her.”

Nathan stopped, took out the room card to wipe and then pushed the door open, “Mr. Kennedy, your aunt is here.”

The two people froze, looking at the scene inside the room.

Charlotte like an octopus glued to Kennedy’s body with her hands and feet, but she was wearing a white shirt. Her hair was messy, and Kennedy was sweating, pulled her while avoiding her.

The scene did not look charming at all, but comically chaotic.

Seeing them standing over there, Kennedy inexplicably was to get angry and he rebuked coldly, “Come and help.”

Nathan’s face changed, and he hurriedly walked over to help.

Annie could not help laughing.

“Kennedy, I have never seen you being helpless like this. Why, since when have you become so careful about a woman? You are not a person like this.”

that, Annie strode

of touching some part he shouldn't touch. As

should we do? You are a doctor, hurry to think about a

with her hands

Kennedy had to

surprised to widen her eyes. Kennedy was different and had been rarely called her, now he asked for help

Why?

was a man. If that girl was drugged, he

took out the drug from her pocket and put it in Charlotte's nose to let her smell it. At the same time, she came to

held Charlotte easily. A moment later, Charlotte

She fell softly.

hand to catch her, hug

“That's it?” He asked.

down on the edge of the bed, “No, put her flat, deal

no clothes in his

who was in deep sleep,

put on a white shirt and said, “Mr. Kennedy, why didn’t you… Why didn't you...” He did not dare to say the latter part of

words, Kennedy’s breath was colder

your turn

subconsciously swallowed a spit, “No, I just asked. I wander

Kennedy said impatiently. He felt hot and some part of his body had been hard because of

He got annoyed.

in a cold voice, “Go

Nathan, “...Yes, Mr. Kennedy.”

went out, Kennedy lit a cigarette, rolling his wheelchair to the window. Looking out of

haze, Kennedy’s beautiful outline became dreamy, and the light in his eyes was flickering

time, Kennedy

“Mr. Kennedy.”

cigarettes he lit. He put it out