Second Marriage

Finally Nathan followed the order and left. He closed the door behind him considerately for Kennedy When he left, and the room became quiet again. Kennedy put the towel on the desk and puckered his thin lips.

"Can you solve the problems with your tears?"

Charlotte’s tears kept sliding down her face. Even though he had been wiping them for her for a while, they kept falling, so he pulled his hand back and gave a grim smile, "If you can’t be reconciled, just fight back. Tears… are the most useless things in the world."

Although Charlotte was drunk, she could hear someone talking to her indistinctly. However, she couldn’t make out what he was saying exactly. She could only feel that her head was going to explode. Feeling sick, she opened her eyes with difficulty, but saw a tall and slender figure walking in the room.

It was a… familiar figure.

But, who was he?

Her eyelids and mind were so heavy that Charlotte shut her eyes and fell asleep immediately.

The consequence of hangovers was headaches.

When Charlotte woke up the next morning, her head was still so painful that she sat up with her head covered in her hands. It was when she saw the brightness in room that she calmed down slowly.

After sitting dumbly for about ten seconds, Charlotte turned around and looked at Kennedy’s huge bed.

He was lying there upright, clearly not awake yet.

Charlotte tried to grab her phone, but it wasn’t under her pillow, so she had to get out of bed and tip-toed to the bathroom. When she passed by the desk, she realized that it was covered with her belongings.

Charlotte glanced at the clock, and it was still pretty early in the morning.

She washed her face in the bathroom and, and felt her headache was getting better.

In the mirror, Charlotte caught the look of her face: dark circles under her eyes, pale face, messy hair and puffy eyes. She looked horrible in every way… Charlotte stretched out her hands to cover her face. It was just incredible. How could this happen?

Charlotte almost thought she was staring at a real ghost, so she pinched her cheeks hard to give a little color to her face, and then applied the wet towel to her eyes, until they became less puffy.

Now that she was barely presentable, Charlotte let out a sigh and walked out of the bathroom.

When passing by Kennedy’s bed, Charlotte couldn’t help glancing at him. A scene flashed through her mind all of a sudden, a tall and slender figure walking through the room.

she froze instantly

she hallucinate? However… why was that

gaze fell upon

time and she had helped him before. Apparently, he was completely

she drunk and confused? Or

her aching forehead, and returned to

She threw herself into Kennedy’s arms in the pub, throwing her arms

images ended here. Once she put the broken images

having a breakdown, lying

night, she really drank too much. It didn’t occur to her that she would have done that much. Did she used to be like this too? No! She had never allowed herself to black out before. She would cook and shower after she got home, and then

last night, why did

been too sad? Or did she think that Kennedy was a reliable man, so

eyes closed, and her mind was

again, she was awakened by the noise in the room. Charlotte opened her eyes, sat up and found that Kennedy had already got up and was washing up in

turned over and pulled the quilt

see anyone because she had done such

She was so depressed.

up. It would be better if they

opened and the noise of the wheelchair came

through the crack between the quilt and the bed, and

How was it possible for Kennedy to stand up?

wheelchair coming her way? Charlotte put down the quilt suddenly and pretended to

if

said coldly. Charlotte lay still and pretended not to hear, closing her eyes and telling herself

"Feeling ashamed?"

Did he know she was

you so lively last night?" Kennedy went

it, so what? She just pretended that

there was no sound outside. Charlotte felt strange and quietly poked her head out.

finally