Marry Me Twice (Kennedy and Charlotte)

Nathan’s words were like a punch in her gut. Charlotte could only lower her gaze dejectedly.

“I know that…”

Nathan only realized that his tone was too grave when he saw Charlotte’s shift in her mood, “I know that my words are ugly, but you should understand what I’m to say, Ms. Wilson. Anyway, you were to never bring this up ever again, otherwise nothing I can do will save you from your troubles.”

After finishing his sentence, Nathan turned around and left.

If Charlotte was someone who was sensible, she would choose not to mention this again.

Charlotte continued to stand motionless in that corner for five minutes more before knocking on the door.

“Come in.” Kenney’s voice was seeping with coldness and indifference, and there was still a hint of anger mixed within.

Kennedy was not seated like how he was usually behind his desk, but rather he was taking in the city views outside the French window. With the coldness in his voice at the back of her mind, Charlotte inched forward silently.

There was a depressing silence hanging over the room. When Kennedy sensed that the visitor had no intention to initiate a conversation, he spun around his wheelchair with a frown on his face.

What came into his view was Charlotte’s pale and sickly face.

Kennedy asked with a frown on his face, “What are you doing here?”

Charlotte raised her head and met his deep eyes, “I’m, I’m your assistant after all.”

Did he completely forget about what had happened previously?

Upon hearing that, Kennedy couldn’t help lifting the corner of his lips and let out a cold laugh, “Do you think that I have any use for an assistant who don’t even know how to make coffee?”

Charlotte bit her lips while clenching her fists.

“I will try my best next time. I wonder what suits your taste buds? Can you tell me?”

“Even if I tell you, do you think you can make one that is exactly to my liking?”

Charlotte nodded.

Kennedy formed an ironic smile on his face, “You really think you are capable of doing that?”

Nevertheless, he still wanted to give her a chance. He placed the cup of coffee in his hands onto his desk and said, “I’ll only give you one chance. Make one that exactly tastes like this one.”

Charlotte stared at that cup of coffee momentarily before picking it up and turning around to leave the room.

the back of his desk and took one of the documents on the

wasn’t any sign of it opening at any

wasn’t coming

intimidated by this daunting task? Why did she need to use more than ten minutes to make a cup of

silently, and there was still no sign of her

his brows while thinking what that woman was actually doing. Was she challenging his patience? How could she

slam on the table, Kennedy furiously replaced his documents on the desk. He was about to check on her, but at the same time, he heard sounds of footsteps coming from

cup of coffee into the room. She was obviously trying

minutes of my time.”

and it was like

and replied timidly, “But you didn’t mention any time limit just now.”

His fury suddenly caused him to

for him in a shouting match. She swiftly put

the coffee slowly permeated

and an imperceptible shift occurred on his face.

the one you made, but I promise you that

but when he saw her pitiful

who was

reached out and hold the cup

a sip and a

the sudden shift in his temperament, so she reflexively took a step back and stared at him with

and looked at her unhappily, “Are you scared of

only nibble

if her thoughts had been

her. Charlotte took it carefully and eyed him

somewhere else, and he replied coldly, “You manage to make

joy rushed up inside Charlotte. A subdued smile appeared on her face, “Are

Her voice was lively…

moment she first arrived at the Moore family house. She always had this frightened look on her face and it was evident she was living her life here

unnoticeable was slowly infiltrating the deepest corner of Kennedy’s heart. He was annoyed by it

snorted, “Who told you that

out of nowhere, and

So it seems that you’re

him defiantly, “How can you be so cruel? The child is

back his chuckle as he looked at her with hostility, “He is innocent, but are you innocent too? If that child learns that his mother is actually a scheming and calculative person, not to mention someone who likes

words were like blades of knife slashing at Charlotte’s heart. Her face was