Second Marriage

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 desk to study it.

sign of it opening

wasn’t coming

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

was still

knitted his brows while thinking what that woman was actually doing. Was she challenging his patience? How could she take away his cup of coffee and disappear

was about to check on her, but at the same

wary look on her face while carrying a cup of coffee into the room. She was obviously trying to dodge Kennedy’s piercing

minutes of my time.”

cold voice sounded, and it was like

replied timidly, “But you didn’t mention any time limit just

throat. His fury suddenly caused him to

for him in a shouting match. She swiftly put down the freshly-brewed coffee and declared, “Have a

aroma of the coffee slowly permeated

an imperceptible shift occurred on his face. His

this cup of coffee wouldn’t be able to compare with the one you made, but I promise you that I’ve

but when he saw her pitiful expression and that expectant look

like a pet who was

and hold the cup

a dangerous gaze

so she reflexively took a step back and stared

at her unhappily, “Are you scared of

could only nibble

thoughts had been

returning the cup to her. Charlotte took it

a point in space somewhere else,

on her face, “Are you serious? Does that mean that I can stay here

Her voice was lively…

she was living her life here with fear all the time. However,

deepest corner of Kennedy’s heart.

and snorted, “Who told you that you can stay here? What are you going to do

this topic up out of nowhere, and

anything? So it seems that you’re going to continue having

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

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 keeping up

blades of knife slashing at Charlotte’s heart.