Second Marriage

Nathan muffled his eyes instinctively, trying to make himself invisible.

He didn’t see anything.

While he could still hear the lingering sound they made when they kissed. Couldn’t he just wait until they got into the room? Why had it to be in the elevator?

The kiss didn’t last long, as Charlotte didn’t get her breath in the proper way, and sank into his arms faintly.

This was not her first time. Kennedy released her body and clinched her chin. He asked hoarsely, “What did you do to Manfred? He cares about you so much.”

He even tried to pick her up.

Did he get his permission?

Charlotte turned a misty eye. She twinkled with a dull voice, “Who... is Mr. Manfred?”

Kennedy lifted his brows and squinted, “You don’t know him?”

“No.” She nodded amenably.

After a moment’s silence, Kennedy asked unexpectedly, “Do you know who I am?”

Nathan froze there.

This was terrible.

Charlotte put her hand on his cheek. She gazed at him for a while with her lips curving up, “Who are you?”

Kennedy’s face turned deathly pale. She didn’t even know him along the way. Kennedy became depressed just by thinking of it. He looked straight at her, “You have one more minute to think over who I am!”

“Kennedy!!” Charlotte screamed out clearly after he finished.

The elevator door opened. Nathan hesitated whether to push them out or not.

“You haven’t answered my question yet. Why... are you meddling with my business?” She dropped the conversation back, after realizing Kennedy was in front of her.

felt headache. She just wouldn’t get off

frosty voice. Nathan pushed them out to the room without

away his sweat, “Can I

on. Get

“Okay.”

brought them in and waited

to get Charlotte off. She was making noise all the time. After

“You can leave now.”

his wheelchair towards the bed. He fixed his gaze on her,

out when she burst out, as if she was crying when they put

that he was in front of her and took a close look,

one more

mumbled and

chilly look. She

door open when he heard Kennedy’s

Kennedy, these stuff just arrived. They belong to

it. The bag was broken. “Clear them away and

“Okay.”

get some

went out. When he came back, he put the

surprised, “You seem to

mind, after working as your

eyebrows, “Really? Don’t you know that I’m going to pour the bucket on her to wake

Are you really going to

out the towel for

with relief. Mr. Kennedy was just

seemed to feel uncomfortable by that. She shook the towel off and grumbled, “Don’t touch

while before he went

Kennedy berated her, “Stop moving, or I will throw you down

whispered, “Kennedy bluffed

still, and Kennedy started to clean her

by, Kennedy suddenly stopped and stared at her with knitted