Second Marriage

The shameless question made Charlotte speechless. She stared at him for a while and failed to make a retort. When she thought of the fact that it was him who had taken her back home last night, she was grateful, and she dropped her eyes.

"Anyway, thank you."

Again.

She looked lifeless again.

Kennedy’s mind was a maelstrom of churning emotions. Was she unable to show any excitement in front of him? Was that why she treated him like this? At this thought, a wave of anger flooded over him from nowhere, so he sneered, "I just didn’t want you to dishonor the Moore family. Otherwise, I couldn’t care less if you die outside."

Those ruthless words were plunged into her heart like a poisoned sword. Charlotte opened her mouth, clenched her fists quietly and finally said, "I see."

After that, she turned around and walked into the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom, Kennedy had already left for work. Charlotte wanted to get changed and went out, but she couldn’t find her suitcase. Besides, the clothes she had put in the closet were gone, too.

Charlotte’s face darkened. She turned and headed towards outside.

She happened to meet the maids pushing racks of clothes and walking over to her. They stopped at the sight of her and chorused, "Missus."

Charlotte was startled. She looked at them with curiosity, "What are these clothes for?"

"Missus, Mr. Myron asked us to bring them here."

Charlotte ran out of words. Suddenly, it came to her that Kennedy had bought her a lot of clothes yesterday, "These are all for me?"

"Yes, missus."

The maids pushed the racks into the room, and put the clothes into her closet one by one.

Kennedy was a man of conscience. Since his closet was huge and his collection of clothes was limited, the space they occupied was rather little. Therefore, the rest of the closet was left for Charlotte. The maids put those expensive clothes into the closet neatly one by one, and then said to her, "Missus, these are all for you and we have arranged them for you. If there’s nothing else to do, we will go out."

Staring at the full closet of fine clothes, Charlotte was silent for a few seconds, and then she raised her head, looking at the maids who were about to leave, "Wait for a minute."

and looked back, "M…Missus, anything else we

the clothes I put in the closet before? And, where

of the group explained in a low voice, "Missus, the suitcase is too old,

changed, "Threw away? How can you

their heads, "Sorry, Missus. It was… Mr. Kennedy who ordered

Kennedy’s idea. He disliked her clothes and thus bought new ones for her. Meanwhile,

fault. After all, they were acting on the orders

We’re really…

fault. Where’s the suitcase?" There was

Let

"OK."

spotted her suitcase immediately in the corner. She trotted there with the maid following her and explaining, "The suitcase has

and let out a sigh, "No.

Missus. But… are you going to

Charlotte nodded, "Yes."

The maid hesitated, "Mr.

don’t need to worry about him. If he asks you about this, just tell

back. The maid followed her and wanted to say something but stopped. Finally she

after she returned to the room, and took a bag out of it. In it was a black dress, which was bought by her with anticipation when she

other option, so she could only take it out and put

After all…

dropped down slowly. She had said that

In the office

"Knock knock—"

"Come in."

a beautiful figure slid in, putting the coffee on

put the coffee on the desk, poker-faced, turned around and was about

Suddenly, he came up with something and raised his eyes, seeing Charlotte in a black dress. The silhouette of the dress was demure. Even if in the workplace, it didn’t seem

It was just that…