Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 137

Seeing her take steps back, Manfred darkened his eyes, “Am I a devil?”

“What?” Charlotte did not understand what he meant and looked up at him in bewilderment.

Manfred showed a wry smile, “If I am not a devil, then why are you so afraid of me?”

Charlotte, “...Sorry, Manfred.”

She was not afraid of him, but if Kennedy caught that, he would make trouble for her. That man... Even though he didn't like her, he was really possessive.

Because she had the title of his wife.

“It is ok, I don't blame you.” Manfred smiled gently at her and whispered, “Let me go it, you go upstairs first.”

Hearing that, Charlotte slightly changed her face, “No, let me do you, you can go back to work.”

Charlotte had not thanked him for helping her last time in the canteen. Now she would hide when she saw him. Charlotte felt sorry, so she whispered, “By the way, thank you for helping me last time in the canteen.

“Never mind, did Kennedy pick you up later?” Manfred slightly smiled, “Kennedy cares about you.”

When it came to Kennedy, Charlotte found that he was no longer in the meeting room.

Perhaps he did not want to see her now.

Charlotte was upset. She smiled in self-mockery, “Well, maybe.”

Manfred found that and he asked with concern, “What's wrong? Why would Kennedy do this to you? Did you have a fight?”

“No, I don't know how to say. It is complex.”

Manfred felt she was cut with distressed facial features and reached out to touch her head, “Don't worry, girl should be happy and show more smile.”

This intimate action made Charlotte stunned for a few seconds, and then she retreated two steps, “Thank you, Manfred, I know.”

“Are you free after work? I heard sweets make people feel better. That cake last time...”

At the mention of sweets, Charlotte became awkward. “Manfred... I didn't want to deceive you, so I think I'd better tell you the truth.”

“Well?”

“Actually, I don't eat sweets. I gave the cake to my friend. Do you mind that?”

Charlotte thought it better to make it clear, lest one day he would give her a cake on a whim, or take her to eat dessert, which would be a waste of effort.

Manfred probably did not expect she would be so sincere. He was stunned for a while and then suddenly laughed and touched her head again, “Charlotte, I am very glad.”

Charlotte, “??”

“I'm glad you're willing to share your true thoughts with me.”

Manfred’s hand was still on her head. He said in a soft voice, “It doesn't matter, since you don't like to eat sweet, what is your favorite flavor?”

Charlotte took a look at him and thought seriously, “Spicy? No, Manfred, I gotta work now.”

With that, Charlotte fled out of the conference room with the coffee cups.

As a result, she ran into Kennedy outside the door. Charlotte was scared and retreated two steps, and all the cups fell to the ground in an instant. Because she had a lot of them in her hands, the noise was very loud.

“Charlotte......”

“Please, Manfred!” Charlotte's voice became heavy. Manfred stopped his move an helplessly took a look at Charlotte, and then toward Kennedy. Finally he could helplessly sigh.

“Well, I'll be off then. Kennedy, Charlotte, you better have a talk.”

After Manfred left, Charlotte took a sigh of relief, squatted down to pick up the debris on the ground, put them to the tray piece by piece. In the face of Kennedy, she silently picked them up.

This scene made Kennedy narrowed his eyes. He was upset. When he was about to scold her not to use broomstick, Charlotte's hand was suddenly broken by glass.

Her complexion changed, but she did not exclaim out loud, because Kennedy was still watching, so she simply shook off the blood on the hand and continued to pick up debris.

Otherwise Kennedy would say she was weak.

She didn't want to be insulted by him anymore.

However, Kennedy suddenly rolled the wheelchair to her, and then held her arm and pulled her up. Charlotte exclaimed and her wrist was caught by him.

“Did you see it bleed?” Kennedy asked.

“Yes, I saw that...” Charlotte stammered and tried to pull her hand back, “But that's none of your business.”

“None of my business?” Kennedy’s eyes were fiercer than the wolf. He put her injured finger in the mouth and sucked it. Charlotte flushed and wanted pull her hand back, “Kennedy, what are you doing? Let go of me!”

His tongue was so slippery that it sucked the blood out of her fingers.

After a long time Kennedy let go of her, and showed an evil smile, “Spittle has the effect of stopping bleeding, you should thank me.”