Second Marriage

The sharp voice startled Charlotte. She held tighter her towel and walked slowly toward Kennedy.

But she stopped when she stood far away from him.

She bit her lower lip.

“What can I do for you?”

“Help me to bed.” Kennedy’s voice was cold, and there were no waves in eyes.

Charlotte was relieved. He had just asked her to help him to bed. That was all right. However, she was wearing a bath towel which could fall off easily, so she asked, “Can I change my clothes before I help you? I just... I forgot to bring my clothes in.”

Kennedy kept silent, staring at her.

Charlotte took a corner of the towel and bit her lower lip. “Just a moment, just a moment,” she said.

He still kept silent. Charlotte felt it was impossible for her to help him in the bath towel, so she moved slowly. Seeing that Kennedy had no other movement, she suddenly turned and ran to the bed, took the clothes she had prepared in advance and rushed into the bathroom.

A moment later, she rushed out again. The skirt hung crooked on her body and her shoulder could be seen. Charlotte pulled up the clothes and walked towards Kennedy, and by the time she got to Kennedy, she was already well dressed.

The whole process took less than a minute.

The speed was fast.

But her hair was in a mess.

Kennedy narrowed his eyes, looking at the woman. She was barefoot wearing a light blue sleep dress, of which the quality was average. Probably it was old, so the color became faint, which was not to her fair skin.

He felt this skirt pull down her temperament.

Kennedy frowned and stared at her unhappily.

Charlotte noticed his eyes and glanced down at her skirt. She thought she knew what he was looking at. She felt a little embarrassed, flushed and bit her lower lip for a long time before she spoke.

“I’ve done. I'll help you to rest.”

Charlotte came forward and

he kept looking at her skirt and said coldly,

stunned at first, but she soon nodded her head, bent down to open the drawer of

him Mr. Kennedy in the company,

very neat. There were some books, cards

second book to page 205,

“Ok.”

any doubt, she did what he said. But to

be an obsessive

Charlotte took the card out and gave it

not take it but stared

“Mr. Kennedy?”

“It is for you.”

the card

was a

“For me?”

expect it was a

did he give

the bank card and looked at

brought a bit of sarcasm, “As Mrs. Moore, you had better dress decently. There is money inside. Do you

as she had said this, Charlotte's face turned pale and she bit

me for not dressing

tone and looked at her nightgown, which had been

squeezed the bank card tightly in her hand for a few minutes. “No need. I have a job now. As long as I get paid on time every month, I'll have enough money to buy clothes. I

card

Kennedy stared at, “Now

I have no money now, but so what? I didn't steal or rob the clothes I was wearing. What's wrong with the old ones? Are you going to

“Oh, that is enough.”

too far,

with fire in

she was angry, her quiet eyes seemed

contentment, with his hands behind