Second Marriage

Chapter 87 Heart Palpitations

The door was closed, and the large conference room was so quiet that only the breathing of the two

was heard.

Especially Charlotte's, just now she was shocked, so her breathing was extremely unstable.

The two kept their original posture for a long while. Charlotte heard vibration coming from Kennedy's

chest, and his clear and cold words followed into her ears.

"How long do you want to sit?"

Charlotte gave a start, reacted fiercely and lifted her head.

Kennedy happened to loweredlower his head.

Charlotte's body was covered by his wide clothes. When she raised her head, only her face was

revealed. The corners of her eyes were still red, looking pitiful.

Kennedy's heart seemed to be gripped by a pair of hands. His thin lips tightly pursed, a moment later,

he said in a cold voice, “Am I good-looking?"

Charlotte snapped back to her senses. The anger that had risen earlier had been scared away by

those people, and now her heart was palpitating, afraid that someone else would come over and push

open the door.

Kennedy seemed to be able to read her mind and said in a low voice, “Nathan will be outside. If you

don’t want to wear clothes, shall we continue?”

Charlotte: ……

Two seconds later, she quickly pulled the suit on her body tight, and then climbed up from him.

Because she had to prevent herself from going naked in front of Kennedy, so her movements were

extremely clumsy.

The soft, boneless little hand pressed on his body for a long time before she got up. Then she turned

around and trotted barefoot to the door.

Kennedy's suit on her body was like a child wearing an adult's clothes. Kennedy slightly closed his

eyes, reached out and wrinkled his brow. Damn, what was wrong with him today?

Charlotte picked up the clothes, only to find that inside was a light orange skirt, exquisite and lovely, but

it was not tacky.

But, this large conference room had no a place to cover her. Where could she go to change clothes?

At the thought of this, she froze.

The unhappy voice of Kennedy came from behind her. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"If you keep dawdling, I don't mind opening the door for others to come and watch you." Charlotte

grabbed the clothes and bit her lower lip.

Sure enough, he was a bad man.

She got up and kept a distance from Kennedy. She changed the clothes in the corner with her back to

him.

After she finished changing, she walked back to Kennedy with the suit in her arms. "Give it back to

you."

Kennedy sneered and looked at her coldly, “You had worn it, I don’t want it anymore.” Hearing this,

Charlotte subconsciously grabbed the suit and bit her lips, "I'm not dirty."

"You still want to say you're clean?" Kennedy was still preoccupied with what was going on with her

and Manfred and that she wore the clothes he bought.

But now she changed into a new skirt. The light color set off her fair skin.

Kennedy felt his throat tight and scolded himself in heart. Then he slid the wheelchair out and said,

“Such an uncouth woman.”

Charlotte turned red on face and stared at his back. "I'm not uncouth!"

He ignored her.

Charlotte said again, "Do you really not want the suit?" "Throw it away!"

Ruthless words smashed over like ice. The door of the conference room opened, Nathan stood at the

door, came forward and pushed Kennedy away.

Charlotte was left alone in the conference room. She looked down at the suit in her hand, and the force

in her hand heaved.

This suit looked very expensive, but he said he didn't want it. The reason was she had worn it.

He thought she was dirty, right? Charlotte's face turned slightly pale. If he really thought she was dirty,

then why did he want……

At the thought of this, she stopped thinking.

"Charlotte, you should stop thinking about this kind of bad man, he can't do anything but tease you!"

Since he did not want the suit, it was better to throw it away as he wished. Charlotte was so angry that

she directly threw the suit in the trash can.

The trash can in the conference room only had paper in it, so it was not dirty. Charlotte put on her

shoes and left the conference room.

Five minutes later, the petite figure returned, walking with hesitant steps to the trash can. Charlotte

looked at the suit and bent down to pick it up again.

Charlotte left the meeting with the suit in her arms.

At the same time, Kennedy saw this scene in his office monitor.

Nathan, who was standing behind him, spoke up for Charlotte, “Assistant Wilson seems to quite care

about this suit. Although she lost it, she came back to pick it up."

Kennedy did not reply.

"Mr. Kennedy, that suit is unique, do you really not want it?"

Kennedy's fingertips moved, and his voice was cold and arrogant, “It's dirty, who wants it?" Nathan,

“The trash cans in the conference room are cleaned every day, and it's just the paper that was in it, it's

not dirty."

"Damn, garbage cans are garbage cans, how can it be clean?" Nathan: ……

But Mr. Kennedy had mysophobia . Since the suit was thrown into the trash can, how can he still wear

it again?

Charlotte came back to her post, put the suit into a bag. If he said it was dirty, she would wash it before

giving it back to him.

The day passed quickly. At the end of the day, Charlotte carried the bag downstairs. When she got up,

she bumped into Kennedy who came out of the office and she subconsciously hid the bag behind her.

These actions all fell into the eyes of Kennedy. He coldly glanced at her and withdrew his gaze.

"Assistant Wilson, off duty, huh?" Nathan greeted Charlotte with a smile on his face.

When Charlotte saw him smiling, she showed a smile too and nodded her head. "Take the elevator

down together." Nathan said again.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Kennedy frowned, what was wrong with Nathan? Did he forget what

happened before? "

“No, no need, I ……"

"Let’s go, you have to wait for a while if you don’t go now." Charlotte had to follow them into the

elevator.

After the elevator door closed, Charlotte stood alone in the corner, and trying to hide the bag. But

Kennedy's low, cold voice suddenly sounded, “Didn’t I tell you to throw the suit away?"