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

Chapter 91 Pain is to Shout out

Charlotte returned to her room in a state of despair. After entering, she took off her shoes, changed into

slippers and walked towards her bed. Sitting discouraged on her bed, she stared at the bank card in

daze.

What to do? How was she going to tell Diana about it?

Gosh.

The status between the Moore family and the Nelson family was equal, but the Moore family was hard

to deal with.

Charlotte suddenly felt the air around cool, raised her eyes and met a pair of deep cold eyes. Charlotte

was startled, and the bank card in her hand fell to the ground with a snap on the cold floor.

They looked over at the same time. Charlotte's face instantly went pale, and she stood up, “I can

explain!"

"You are really out of my expectation." Kennedy snorted. And his eyes were deep. They were like dark

surge flowing in unidentified seas, making Charlotte fear.

Charlotte, “I……

"This is the purpose of your marriage into the Moore family?" Kennedy looked askance at the bank

card, "Heh, the old man is quite generous, but are you worth this money?"

Charlotte clenched her fist and bit her lip, "It is not like that, can you listen to my explanation?"

"Explain how you convinced the old man to give you the money willingly? Perhaps, you can indeed

explain to me, or use physical actions to explain to me."

Charlotte's face turned pale, "What do you mean by that?"

Kennedy looked coldly at her, “You have good skill, right?”

Charlotte, “Bastard.”

"Why did you marry that old man directly in the beginning!"

Charlotte finally couldn't stand it anymore, lowered her eyes and yelled, "That's enough! I've had

enough of you!"

The smile of Kennedy was cold, “Finally?"

Charlotte bent down and picked up the bank card that fell on the ground, walked up to Kennedy and

threw the bank card into his arms with force.

"I have said that I will not want a penny from you, and I will not take a penny from the Moore family.

This is your grandfather's money, I return it to you!"

The bank card fell into the arms of Kennedy. Kennedy expressionlessly raised his hand to clip the bank

card in his fingertips.

"Are you really going to give it to me? This is something you've earned by effort, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" Charlotte gritted her teeth, “You are right, I went to accompany Mr. Reynold as you

thought. He was very satisfied, so he gave me the money. Is this the answer you want? You want to be

cuckolded that much? You wait, I will do what you want!"

After saying that, Charlotte turned around and walked outside.

The hand holding the card shook fiercely, and the veins on his forehead pulsated, "Where are you

going?"

Charlotte did not answer his words. When she turned around the corners of her eyes had been filled

with tears. She really could not bear Kennedy's evil words. They had made a deal, but he always felt as

if she would not be sad. He always said words to humiliate her!

She just wanted to leave this room! Away from Kennedy!

"Stop!!! You dare to cuckold me and you're dead!" Kennedy thought of the words she said before she

left and his heart suddenly panicked.

But Charlotte was now in a fury, even if his words had a deterrent effect, it would be useless. When

Kennedy rolled the wheel to chase her, Charlotte directly ran out.

"Damn woman, you dare take one more step forward…” Before he could finish his evil words, Charlotte

disappeared.

Kennedy: ……

Probably the commotion was so loud that the nearby maids heard it and couldn't help but come out and

peek.

When they saw the expression on Kennedy's face, they shrank back in fear.

"Mr. Kennedy's face is so scary, how on earth did Mrs. Moore piss him off?"

"I don't know, it seems that the two couples had a fight, right?"

"Mrs. Moore actually dares to provoke him."

"In fact, Mr. Kennedy is very good to Mrs. Moore. He bought a large pile of beautiful clothes back to the

locker for her, but she does not appreciate at all. I have not seen her wearing the clothes that Mr.

Kennedy bought for her."

"Why? Why doesn't she appreciate it?"

"Maybe because he's a cripple?"

"Shhh, don't say such things!"

"But I'm telling the truth. Although Mr. Kennedy is good-looking, he has a leg problem. Besides he is

infertile, which woman will like him?.”

A few maids were talking, completely unaware that Kennedy had already appeared in front of the door

with his wheels rolling.

"Saying bad things about me in front of me, do you think I am dead?"

It was like a voice coming from the deepest depths of hell. Several maids' faces instantly turned

miserable pale and turned to look at Kennedy who had arrived at the door.

"Mr. Kennedy……

Several maids were so frightened that their bodies went limp, directly kneeling down to Kennedy. One

of the timid ones directly fainted from fear.

"Go out and find her, if you failed to complete the task, pack up and get out of the Moore family

tomorrow."

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Charlotte didn't leave the Moore house, but ran in the garden.

At the dark garden, she hid under a big tree and shed her tears, while cursing Kennedy in her heart!

Half a year…

She had to endure another half a year, how was she going to live this half of a year? Charlotte was

desperate about the future. She leaned on the big tree and cried.

This should be her last time to cry. She did not allow her to cry in any other situation.

She would be a mother, she could not be angry because of these words.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands caressed the corners of her eyes, wiping away her tears for her.

Charlottes’ eyelashes trembled.

Who was it?

A helpless sigh came from overhead. Charlotte opened her eyes and found a pair of melancholy eyes

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Manfred?

How could he be here? Charlotte looked at this man, who was different from his look in the day. His

eyes covered with sadness and he seemed to feel distressed for her.

Charlotte never knew that there were people who would worry about her.

Even her parents did not care about her, who would care about her?

"Fool." Manfred whispered, reaching out to wipe away her tears, “If you hide to cry, no one would know

you are sad."

Charlotte did not move, but shed more tears. She could not stand the aggravation in her heart.

Manfred showed a smile, “If you are sad, you should say it out, or others will never know.”