Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 39

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.”

With these words, Charlotte came forward and pushed Kennedy to the bedside.

After Kennedy got into bed, he kept looking at her skirt and said coldly, “Open the drawer of bedside cabinet.”

“What?” Charlotte was stunned at first, but she soon nodded her head, bent down to open the drawer of the bedside table and asked, “What do you want, Mr. Kennedy?”

Because she called him Mr. Kennedy in the company, so she always called her Mr. Kennedy.

The drawer was very neat. There were some books, cards and watches.

“Turn the second book to page 205, and take out the card.”

“Ok.”

Without any doubt, she did what he said. But to her surprise he remembered so well.

Kennedy might be an obsessive person.

“Got it.” Charlotte took the card out and gave it to Kennedy.

Kennedy did not take it but stared at her.

“Mr. Kennedy?”

“It is for you.”

Charlotte looked at the card in surprise.

It was a bank card.

“For me?”

She did not expect it was a bank card.

Charlotte was stunned.

Yes, he had accepted the woman Mr. Reynold had arranged for him, let alone his assistant. Did he know about something?

She looked him in the eye and asked, “Will you say yes to whatever Mr. Reynold asks you to do?”

“What? Trying to let me say something?”

Charlotte's face changed and she shook her head. “No.”

“Take the card and leave.” Kennedy's face grew cold and he obviously did not want to talk to her.

The subject came back and Charlotte said angrily, “I won't take your money.”

With that, Charlotte turned and walked straight to her bed.

Kennedy, looking at her resolute back, suddenly pulled up his lips, “Do you think there was a little money in it? Then I tell you for certain that there is ten million in it, it is enough for you.”

Charlotte stepped with a violent jerk.

Kennedy narrowed his eyes. Did she want it now?

Charlotte turned round, gnashing her teeth, “Ten million is not enough for me. I don't care the little money!”

Kennedy raised his eyebrows, “Oh, really?”

“So don't give me the runaround with this card, I don't need it!” Charlotte said, ignored him and went to her little bed.

Damn it.

She clutched her dress angrily, but a rough touch came from her hand. Charlotte lowered her head to see her clothes in embarrassment.

The Moore family was a big family. It was the upper class. The bottom people in their eyes were like a joke completely.