Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 188

There were a few vehicles in the night. The night breeze coolly came from the window. Charlotte sat on the leg of Kennedy, lying prone on his bosom. The heat of her body transferred continuously from her skin to Kennedy's body.

“Will you agree?” Charlotte asked in a low voice.

Kennedy sneered and got his lips close to her forehead.

“What do you think?”

Charlotte blinked but said nothing.

“Do you want to go to the hotel or go home?” Asked Kennedy.

Charlotte froze for a moment and suddenly understood his words.

She stammered and couldn't speak.

Kennedy stared at her for two seconds and then made a decision for her.

“Go to the nearest hotel.”

Nathan driving the car, “......”

Oh, my gosh! Why did it change so quickly? He had no time to react, ok?

Before getting into the car, these two people were indifferent to each other, and now they were discussing to go to the hotel instead of hospital?

“You don’t understand?”

Nathan immediately answered, “Yes, Mr. Kennedy, I will immediately navigate to the nearest hotel.”

When Charlotte heard the voice of Nathan, she suddenly realized that there was another person in this car rather than her and Kennedy. In an instant her ears got red and subconsciously she buried her head into Kennedy’s bosom.

What a shame!

Before they arrived at the hotel, Nathan had contacted the hotel in advance to get a room. As soon as he got off the car, he pushed Kennedy into the elevator in a rush.

So in the hotel's hall, many people waiting to check in or pass by saw that surprising scene.

A man pushed another man in a wheelchair in a hurry. And it was stranger that the man in a wheelchair was holding a woman, who was wearing a man's suit and quietly shrinking in the arms of the man.

When they had disappeared, someone could not help asking.

“Are the three people going to sleep together?”

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Nathan sent two people into the room and then quit quickly, because he knew what was going to happen next had nothing to do with him.

He locked the door and went straight downstairs. Then he got back into the car, thought for a moment before he drove to supper.

Charlotte was groggy and barely conscious, but she could feel herself being laid on a soft bed and then weighed down by a heavy body.

At first she felt this man was so heavy that she could not breathe.

Later, however, the temperature of this man gradually made her feel comfortable, and the breath on his body made her inexplicably want to cater to.

So Charlotte bowed her body with the feeling, straightening up her waist to cater to him. These actions were unconscious and Kennedy noticed that. Her eyes were blurred. She had strong will since she had kept talking to her on the way.

Now...

Kennedy lowered his body, grabbed her wrist and suddenly remembered the look Charlotte was crying. At that time he wanted her, but she refused, saying her child cannot be kept if he did that.

It was a wild child and he shouldn't feel bad.

Even if it could not be kept, there was nothing to do with him.

But...... But he cared about this woman's tears.

He stopped his move, sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Charlotte’s eyes with complex eyes.

Kennedy, what was wrong with you?

Was such a woman worthy of your pity? She was not carrying your baby!

Charlotte originally thought she was released, but he retreated. A huge sense of emptiness hit, Charlotte could not help but curl up her toes and wrapped Kennedy like an octopus.

Kennedy was strong, and he let her alone. And then he made a call to Nathan.

“Bring Annie here.”

“What?” Nathan had just arrived at the midnight snack booth and ordered the food, yet he had not had one bite of it, “Mr. Kennedy, you and Mrs. Moore...”

“Cut the craps. I need to see her in ten minutes. If it is over time, you will be fired.”

As words fell, Kennedy directly hung up the phone.

Before hanging up the phone, Nathan heard a charming female voice coming from the phone, “Help me...”

Nathan listened to the busy tone from the mobile phone and was speechless.

Mr. Kennedy actually could stand it...

Hypocrites! She was his wife!

Nathan looked at the bowl of hot soup noodles in front of him glumly and directly got up to leave.

He could not disobey his boss's order.

And Kennedy was suffering at the moment.

In addition to controlling his own desires, he had to dress Charlotte well, so that Annie and Nathan would not see her untidy look when they arrived, so he took off his white shirt and put it on for Charlotte.

However, Charlotte had been like an octopus hanging on his body, kissing him.

As he had just taken her other hand off and was about to take the other hand, her hand entwined again.

Finally, he pulled her hands apart but her feet hooked up.

Had it not been for the fear of hurting her, he would have knocked her out directly, like Manfred, but he could not bear to do that.

He hated this woman, but he also loved her. Kennedy had to use strong means, coaxing her that he will satisfy her if she put on her clothes.

Charlotte like a child who wanted sugar was obedient, allowing Kennedy put on the white shirt for her. After buttoning, she excitedly rushed toward Kennedy.

“Is that all right now?” Kennedy pressed her directly onto the bed, “No, a minute later.”

His voice was hoarse and enchanting, as if he had drunk a lot of wine. His hot breath was intoxicating. Charlotte blinked her eyes vaguely, “I feel so tired. When you will help me?”

“I'll help you if you'll just be good and shut your eyes for three minutes.”

“Really?” Charlotte felt that he seemed to be cheating her. She could not help but wrap her hands around his neck and her slender legs wrapped around his waist.

The movement...

Kennedy narrowed his eyes and almost could not control himself.

This woman always inadvertently flirted with him, so that he almost lost control.

Charlotte shook her head, “No, I feel bad.”

She rubbed against his chest and her hair rubbed against his handsome face. Kennedy’s handsome face was expressionless, and his eyes were calm, only blue veins and sweat on his forehead showed that he was enduring.

“Wait... in two minutes, if they have not come...”

He would just do it!