Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 237

Charlotte was still tangled. And she found that Kennedy spoke playfully. She raised her head look at him and did found that meaning in his eyes.

Obviously, he did it on purpose!

Charlotte bit her lower lip and huffed, “I don't need you to help me, I will apply in on the front.”

With that, she went straight to the medicine.

Kennedy stretched his hand to drag her into his bosom and held her waist with a hand, “What part of your body haven't I touched? And you are still shy?”

Hearing that, Charlotte widened her eyes, “You...”

“Hurry up, I'm going to take a bath after this.” Kennedy urged again. Seeing that she unmoved, he curled up lips and said in a charming voice, “Do you want me to take it off for you?”

Charlotte angrily stared at him, “Let go of me.”

Kennedy refused and Charlotte could only beg him in a low voice, “You are touching my wound with your hand on my waist.”

Hearing that, Kennedy loosed some force, “Since you are in pain, hurry up, I help you with medicine.”

As the words sound fell, Charlotte had not responded. Kennedy impatiently untied the button above her clothes.

Charlotte was wearing a blue shirt with button today. When his hand reached over to unbutton her shirt, she held his unruly hand and said, “I can do it myself.”

Being refused by her for many times, Kennedy now was unhappy. He narrowed his eyes staring at her, “Say it again?”

Charlotte, “......”

Never mind, just watch it.

At last Charlotte closed her eyes and let him take off her clothes with a tragic face.

Her chest felt cool, Charlotte's clothes were taken off. Kennedy curled his lip seeing her solemn expression and that her body shook.

He really wanted to apply her medicine, because there was nothing else he could do for her with injuries all over body.

Charlotte closed her eyes and waited for a long time, until she felt a finger with a cold ointment in her wound gently rubbing. She opened her eyes and found Kennedy lowing head, seriously squeezed out the ointment, stuck it on the fingers, and then applied it on her.

He acted carefully. When he touched her wound, he was so gentle for fear of hurting her.

“Kennedy likes you.”

Suddenly, the words that Annie said to her at a meal in the evening occurred to her mind. Charlotte looked at the back of Kennedy’ head and felt happy.

It was okay not to like her.

As long as he cared about her.

And she would do the rest.

Charlotte thought so, and her lips involuntarily showed a smile.

Kennedy applied more but felt this woman was quiet as well as a blazing line of sight. He looked up and met her eyes.

Before he could see it clearly, Charlotte moved her eyes in panic, just like a deer in the forest meeting a hunter. She was scared and wanted to run away, but she flurried.

“You were looking at me?” Asked Kennedy in a cold voice.

Kennedy whispered love words in her ear, took out the pair of pink earrings, and personally put it on for her, and then fell his thin on the back of her neck.

“Charlotte, you are mine.”

Kennedy in dream was soulful feeling like a man loved her for years. His cold eyes became deep and gentle. Charlotte felt happy in this dream, but her arm was painful.

She came back to sense and found Kennedy incredibly used a knife to cut her arm, then her blood oozed out. Charlotte exclaimed and asked him why covering her arm.

Kennedy leered at her coldly, and said in a cold voice.

“You don’t deserve my love.”

Then a knife cut down. Charlotte was frightened and screamed out loud. Suddenly she opened her eyes and sat up.

It was sunshine outside. Charlotte looked around, only to find It had been bright. And what had just happened was her dream.

Charlotte heaved a sigh of relief and then wiped the sweat from her forehead.

It scared her to death.

She thought it was real, but it was a dream.

But Kennedy in the dream really frightened her, as much as it really did.

Calming down, Charlotte got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face and then looked at herself in the mirror.

She was not beautiful and just an ordinary woman. She did not like to dress up and her figure was not hot. But Kennedy was handsome. Was that dream a sign of something?