Second Marriage novel Chapter 140

Nearly half an hour later, Charlotte and Manfred finally finished eating out and walked out, passing by the room of Diana.

Seeing this, Diana quickly grabbed her bag and followed up.

She followed them, took out her phone, took another picture, and then hid again, acting like a thief.

Having followed them to the parking lot, Diana took a lot of photos.

Charlotte, who had not looked back, suddenly stopped and looked behind.

Manfred stopped his pace. “What's wrong?”

Charlotte took one look at the empty parking lot and said, “Why do I feel like someone is following us?”

Hearing that, Manfred looked around, but he saw no one, and then softly said, “There is no one. Was it wrong?”

Hearing that, Charlotte felt she might be wrong.

“Maybe I was wrong.”

“Come on, let's go home. It's getting late. If you are late, Kennedy will be angry.” Manfred opened the door and put his hand on the car. When Charlotte went into the care, Diana hiding in the corner, panting, took out the phone to take this scene.

Manfred seemed to have noticed something and took a glance at the direction of Diana.

Diana was scared and hid behind the post, with her heart thumping.

Had she been found? Would the pictures she took today be taken away... How was she gonna explain it to Charlotte when we go face to face?

Diana’s heart was disorderly. After a while, she heard the voice of the car departing.

Then she peered out from behind the post and looked at the departing car.

Did Manfred see her?

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“Manfred, thank you.”

When the car arrived at Moore's house, Charlotte unfastened her seat belt and said thanks to Manfred.

Manfred showed a warm smile and said in a soft voice, “We are families, it is not a big deal, go in.”

“Thank you, Manfred, I will go in first!”

With that, Charlotte opened the car door and left the garage.

Charlotte was sweaty because she had gone to eat spicy fish. After returning to her room, she took a shower directly to get rid of the smell of her body.

When she came out of the bath, Kennedy was still not back.

When Charlotte went to take a towel to wipe her hair, she found that the quilt on the floor was gone.

Her face changed and she looked round at the room. There was only a quilt on the bed, which was Kennedy’s.

That was too much!

Charlotte went directly to ask the maid.

When the maid saw her, her face turned pale with fear. “Mrs. Moore... The quilt... is dirty, so we washed it.”

“Washed?” Charlotte widened her eyes, “but I didn't ask you to wash for me?”

“Sorry, Mrs. Moore. When we cleaned the room, we found the quilt dirty, so took it to wash. Don't get angry.”

Forget it, Charlotte didn’t want to dispute, so she said, “It is ok, can you give me two new quilts.”

They should have one today.

But the maid still stammered, “Mrs. Moore, I'm afraid not.”

“Why not?”

“The quilt... It's not even dry yet.”

She was obviously lack of confidence and dared not to look into Charlotte’s eyes.

Charlotte was speechless.

All of the quilts were not dry, but she took her quilt to wash. Charlotte was helpless, “There is no quilts, so I sleep with you tonight?”

The maid was scared and retreated two steps, and almost lied down in front of Charlotte.

“No, Mrs. Moore. There is a bed in the room, isn't there? You and Mr. Kennedy sleep together.”

Charlotte, “......”

Would she sleep with Kennedy? No way!

“Did he make you do and say that?”

“No, he didn’t.” The maid shook her head and nodded again under Charlotte's gaze, “It was Mr. Kennedy who said that your quilt was dirty and let us take it to wash. As for the sentence behind... I said it myself.”

She scratched his hair and said, “You are husband and wife, isn't it normal to sleep in the same bed?”

Yeah, it was perfectly normal for couples to sleep in the same bed.

But she and Kennedy were not real husband and wife.

They were only indentured couples.

She had to leave the Moore’s house as soon as the time came, and besides, they had never slept together before, except for a few special times.

But for Charlotte, it was undoubtedly a kind of humiliation.

“Are you sure you can't give me a quilt?” Charlotte asked.

The maid looked frightened, “Mrs. Moore, I...”

“I see, I won't embarrass you, leave now.”

The maid was defeated and fled.

After she left, Charlotte went into the bathroom and looked at her messy hair in the mirror.

This face was not beauty at all and her hair was messy. What qualifications did she have to be loved by him? It was just sex and then they changed the way they got along with each other.

She was dignified, and she did not want that relationship with that kind of means.

After wiping her hair, Charlotte changed clean clothes and went out.

When she was to take the elevator, Kennedy came back. The two people looked at each other, and this time before Kennedy moved away his eyes, Charlotte moved away hers, and then gave a way, so that they could go out first.

Nathan pushed Kennedy out and asked strangely, “Assistant Wilson, it is late, you still want to go out?”

Charlotte nodded, “I have something to deal with.”

They went out of the elevator, while Charlotte got into the elevator. Kennedy frowned. Suddenly he remembered something and was to call her, but the elevator door had been closed.

Nathan pushed him and said, “Mr. Kennedy, what's wrong with you and Assistant Wilson? Assistant Wilson didn't even look at you, and what is she going to do at night?”

Kennedy, “...”

“Mr. Kennedy, how about...”

“Shut up.”

Kennedy was emitting cold breath, which made Nathan shut up.

After Charlotte left the house, she went to the nearby shopping mall alone to buy quilts, including bed sheets and pillows.

Fortunately, she had spare money of her own to pay for them.

When she came back carrying the quilt and opened the door, she met Kennedy’s cold eyes. She subconsciously grabbed the quilt tightly, took off shoes and walked inside.

After seeing the thing in her hand, Kennedy sneered, “You really tried so hard. Is sleeping with me in a bed agony for you?”

Charlotte's steps stopped for a moment, and then she silently took out the quilt and put it on the bed. After the quilt was covered, she answered.

“Don't let the maid pick up my quilts again, I might not be able to stand for the next five months if you keep doting this.”