Second Marriage

Kennedy’s hands were in the air. He was frowning at her.

What was going on with this woman?

Charlotte did not talk to Kennedy, but quickly got into the quilt, covering marks on her neck.

Kennedy was unpleased to see that she covered up the marks.

“What are you doing?”

Charlotte hid in the quilt, revealing only a head in the outside and looking at Kennedy.

“Last night you...” She stammered and couldn't speak.

Kennedy stared at her sharply, “What?”

“Did you?” Charlotte again unconsciously wanted to bite her lower lip, but thinking of what he had just said that she always bit her lips, she controlled herself not to do that.

“What?” Kennedy knew that she lost her mind at that time and might not know who he was, so he asked her who he was at the most important juncture. When she shouted out his name, Kennedy had a strange feeling.

Now she asked about it, he wondered if she remembered what had happened last night.

Charlotte stared at him for a moment. “When I asked you to leave, did you leave?”

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Kennedy said, “No.”

No? Charlotte's eyes trembled. “Didn't you leave? Then you......”

If he hadn't gone, then... Charlotte paused for a while and then asked in a low voice, “Are you all right?”

woman. She seemed to be worried about him. It was obvious that she did not remember

if

“Er...”

remember what happened last night?”

and then said, “Last night... All I remember is that you came into the room, but Gerald had the incense

narrowed his eyes to stare at

was too shy to say it and

Kennedy did not intend to let go of

are drugged, you will feel uncomfortable, but you are...”

heard the rumors and thought you were... So he's trying

understood what she was

angry that she completely forgot what had happened last night and thought

Kennedy?” Charlotte called him since he had no

his wheelchair to get close to Charlotte, “Are you worrying about

her head. “I just thought they were using me to bring you here, so...I feel

her out from

Charlotte exclaimed, and wanted to push him away, but

wrist and put it on the scratch of

voice was deep, like

in, she noticed the scratch on his face and wondered what was

didn't she remember it

moved with her hand

It was broken.

began to

What did he mean?

found that she wanted to take back her hand, “Do you want to deny

don't know what you are talking about.” If the scratches on his face

it? Charlotte couldn't