Second Marriage novel Chapter 88

Hearing this, Charlotte abruptly raised her eyes and looked at him, biting her lower lip as she explained, "I will wash it for you."

"How?" Kennedy mockingly gave her a glance, “By hands?"

Charlotte paused and blinked, "Of course not, I will send it to the dry cleaner."

Although she was not rich, she still knew common sense that suit could not be washed with water, especially this kind of valuable ones.

"Heh, you are not too ignorant." Kennedy sneered, "But do you think I will wear it after washing it?"

Charlotte pursed her lips and did not speak.

Kennedy said, “You had worn the suit. I won’t wear it even if you washed it.”

Even you pretended to be innocent, you are just a slut."

Charlotte could not stand it, “It is just a suit. Did I beg you to put it on to me? It was you put it on me. You thought it was dirty, then why didn’t you wash your hand since you had touched me in the conference room?”

Kennedy: …… Nathan: What the hell?

Nathan quietly sized up Charlotte and couldn't help but give her a thumbsthumbs up!

Kennedy did not expect that she would say such words in a place with a third person. He could only say, “How do you know I didn’t wash my hands?”

Charlotte said, “So what? Anyway, it cannot be washed clean, it might as well be cut off!" Kennedy: ……

Nathan admired Charlotte in his heart.

Charlotte was angry at him. She took the suit back intending to wash it. But he said those words to sarcastic her.

The atmosphere in the elevator was arrogant and domineering. Charlotte's fighting aura did not diminish, while the hostility on Kennedy gradually increased.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Charlotte.

In the face of this intimidating and oppressive look, Charlotte's back chilled, but she still straightened her back and y stared at Kennedy.

A few moments later, Kennedy coldly laughed, "A shameless woman."

The door of the elevator was opened.

Charlotte glared at him with hatred and walked out of the elevator with quick steps.

Nathan felt that Charlotte's temper was quite big, and then he looked at Kennedy. Although his mood was bad, he could not say anything.

Suddenly, Nathan felt pleased in heart.

Mr. Kennedy was sitting in a wheelchair, but he was unpredictable and he always spoke harsh words. As long as there was a woman to talk to Kennedy, he would make her leave crying or in

anger.

Charlotte was gentle in the usual time, but when arguringarguing, she seized the points.

Nathan went around to Kennedy and asked with a bitchy expression, "Mr. Kennedy, do you need me to prepare a knife for you?"

"Fuck off!" Kennedy kicked towards him.

After Charlotte left the company, she was ready to go directly to the bus station. While waiting for the bus, a silver gray Bentley stopped in front of her.

The car window was lowered, revealing Manfred's gentle eyebrows. "Charlotte."

"Manfred?" Charlotte paused, "Why are you here?" "Going home? Get in, I will give you a ride."

Take Manfred's car back to the Moore family? sheShe would definitely bump into Kennedy and then Kennedy would say she was a slut. Therefore, she refused, “No need, Manfred, I get used to take bus.

Manfred continued, “It is crowded in the bus. You can take my car.” Charlotte, “No need, Manfred, you go back first."

Manfred, “Are you afraid it will cause gossip?" Charlotte, “Sorry, I ……"

"Or are you blaming me for not hiding it for you this morning?" Manfred's expression was a bit despondent, even the gentle smile on his face has faded, “Forget it…”

Because this was in front of the bus stop, so Charlotte and Manfred's conversation were heard by other people, so they looked at Charlotte curiously. She was embarrassed and helpless.

"Manfred."

"Hurry up and get in the car." Charlotte had to get into the car.

Charlotte began to frown. It was near to the company. Though there were many ways back to the Moore family, Kennedy might choose this way and see this scene.

But she should not be worried about this now, she should be worried about what happens after she went back.

Thinking of this, Charlotte immediately said, “Manfred, when you get to that intersection near home, please pull over."

Hearing this, Manfred's hand operating the steering wheel gave a beat, and after a moment, he looked at her with a smile, “Charlotte, am I so shameful?"

The corner of Charlotte's mouth twitched. It was someone was too horrible.

In the morning she wore a set of clothes prepared by Manfred's maids, and Kennedy actually lost his temper and tore the clothes off her, although he did find clothes for her.

She was afraid this kind of character.

If he tore her clothes again at night, she did not know what Kennedy would do to her. "Well, I know your difficulties, I will send you to the intersection and stop the car." Manfred kindly said.

Only then did Charlotte slightly relax, “Thank you, Manfred."

"By the way, has your relationship with Kennedy always been like this?” Manfred asked. Hearing this, Charlotte gave a start, not knowing how to answer.

Her relationship with Kennedy was a transactional marriage and she would be divorced after half a year, but this was a secret between the two of them and there was no reason to tell Manfred. "Charlotte, don't misunderstand, I mean had he always treated you so badly?"

Charlotte lowered her eyes and smiled, “It doesn't matter if it's bad or not. He has a bad temper, didn’t you ask me to understand him?"

"That's true, but I am worried about you." Manfred lightly sighed, “Perhaps, grandfather made a wrong decision. Actually, Kennedy and I are not blood brothers."

Charlotte was surprised, "What?"

No wonder Kennedy's attitude towards Manfred was always so bad, and his mode of getting along with the Moore family was also very strange.