Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 49

On the street.

Charlotte walked mindlessly with heavy steps. Her expression was blank and the rims of her eyes were red, as tears were congealed without dropping out.

The bag in her hands was squeezed out of shape, making it look more of inferior.

BANG!

Suddenly, someone passed her in high speed and knocked her down. Charlotte fell on the ground with her bag ripped, spreading everything inside on the ground.

The man who hit her stopped, and watched what happened in a daze.

After figuring out what was going on, the man quickly crouched down and helped her pick her things on the ground, then he handed her the stuff and said, "Sorry, I have to go. I am truly sorry. Here are all your belongings."

After returning the things to Charlotte, the man ran away quickly.

Charlotte stood still holding the things. Her bag was broken and couldn't pack up things anymore.

She lowered her head. Her downcast eyes made it hard to figure out her expression. Suddenly, she laughed in a low voice.

Passers-by kept a distance from her and didn't dare to get close.

Tears ran down from her face, dropping on her hands, and quickly soaked her sleeves.

Charlotte rubbed the tears on her face after a long time, picked up the broken bag, put things in it, rolled up the bag in case things falling off, and kept walking as if nothing happened.

At first, she was afraid Kennedy would laugh at her old clothes, and she decided to buy some at the nearest shop. However, her savings disappeared without a trace, and even her mother expelled her from home.

That was…her biological mother.

But she just…cast her out of home.

Sometimes Charlotte would wonder whether she was her real mother. Why did her mother spoil her sister while treated her so badly? She had tried so hard since she was young. She obeyed her parents, behaved like a docile child, and wouldn't argue with them. However, she didn't know what was wrong and her parents never seemed to like her.

She followed their order and married the man in the Moore Family instead of her sister.

However, nothing can be changed in the end.

Charlotte, you really were a joke!

It was late at night.

Kennedy sat beside the window alone, watching the lively and busy scene outside. He could only hear his own breath. In the past, that stupid woman would come out of the bathroom and got on her little bed to sleep, but today…

In the meantime, he frowned and looked toward that little bed in the corner of the room.

The quilt was neatly folded, and no one was there.

That woman…seemed to go out after returning from work and had not come back yet.

Kennedy looked at his watch. It was almost 11:00pm. Dame it! Did she want to stay out all night?

Nathan came up at this time and said to Kennedy respectfully, "Mr. Kennedy, I will go back if you don't have any orders."

"Wait." Kennedy turned around his eyes and hinted him to come over.

Nathan walked towards him and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Kennedy?"

"Where is that woman?"

Nathan didn't realize who was that woman at first and thought it was the woman who once made sex with him. He scratched his head and answered, "I have already arranged people to search around the hospital, but we haven't found any single woman going to the hospital to do the inspection. Mr. Kennedy, I want to say something directly and hope you don't mind it. Well, maybe the woman who spent the night with you already has husband."

Hearing this, Kennedy got furious, which made Nathan stepped back. Nathan said timidly, "Mr. Kennedy, I am just joking. How can this be possible?"

Kennedy narrowed his eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "I am asking about that woman."

"Which one?" Nathan rubbed his head and had no clue.

When Kennedy was about to lose control of his anger, Nathan finally figured out who he was talking about and suddenly straightened his chest, "Are you asking about Ms. Wilson?"

Kennedy didn't reply.

Nathan looked around, "Well, she should be here this time. Where did she go?"

The veins on Kennedy’s forehead were popping out.

"I don't know! Why are you asking me?"

Nathan said, "…Well. I will arrange someone to investigate it as soon as possible."

After fifteen minutes, Kennedy got impatient: It seemed that the woman wouldn't return tonight and Nathan hadn't told him about her whereabouts.

Nathan came in when Kennedy was going to go out, pushing his wheelchair on his own.

"Mr. Kennedy, I got some information."

In the pub.

The pub was in a scene of feasting and revelry. Charlotte bent over the counter, drinking one glass of wine after another.

"One more, please." Charlotte quaffed her glass and pushed the empty glass to the bartender, "The strongest drink."

Charlotte said in such a loud voice that some men sitting around cheered for her wild behavior.

It was common for Charlotte to get stomach bleeding after social gathering. However, every time she got home with an exhausted body, her husband had already fallen asleep and never taken care of her.

Charlotte had a low tolerance on drinking, but as time passed by, she became much better at drinking.

It had been a long time since she had been numbed by alcohol.

Nathan pushed Kennedy to a dark corner and pointed for him, "Here she is, Mr. Kennedy."

She was sitting in an obvious spot, and Kennedy saw her at his first glance.

She was wearing a simple white T-shirt and white-washed jeans. Now, she was sitting in front of the bar with her figure as thin as a high school teenager and her ponytails loosing down, gently spreading on her shoulder and blocked half of her face.

The various colors of light hit her face through the hair, creating a hazy feeling and making her three-dimensional feature appear a little softer. Her face flushed and she has obviously drunk a lot.

"It seemed that Charlotte was drunk and looked pretty sad. Should I bring her here?"

Kennedy remained silence, but the blue veins on his forehead already told him how angry he was!

A man had paid attention to Charlotte for a long time and went up to accost her. He put his hands around her shoulder and asked, "Look how gorgeous you are! Why are you so sad? I have seen you drinking here by yourself for a long time. Do you need me to accompany you?"

Charlotte looked at him with blurry eyes, sneered and shook off his hands, "Leave me alone."

The man was surprised. He never thought this soft and gentle girl would be so cold in her eyes, like a lake on the top of a mountain, with no brazes and no ripples.

"Well, I just try to be nice. You are drunk, and I only want to accompany you. Don't be so eager to refuse me."

Then the man held her thin waist in a flirty way. Although Charlotte had drunk a lot and got dizzy, she knew this man was dangerous!

"Just leave me alone…"

"Put your hands away."