Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 569

Bang!

Kennedy was caught off guard, and the bowl of porridge in his hand fell to the ground. The sound of porcelain landing shocked him and hit Alice's heart at the same time.

Alice turned her head and turned her back to Kennedy fiercely.

"Don't be so hysterical. I can take care of myself even if I am sick. Even if I die of illness, it has nothing to do with you. I don't need you to feed me porridge here. I don't need you to do anything!"

There was silence behind her, as if no one was there.

But only Alice knew that Kennedy was probably badly hurt by her.

While she was angry and scolding him, her tears also fell down, and she couldn't stop crying.

She didn't want to see Kennedy be so servile and submissive.

Now Kennedy had gone against his former self. He was not such a person. He was a specially privileged person running riot in business, not a person who condescended in front of her.

She didn't want to see him so humble.

Alice reached out and wiped her tears, then lay down with her back to Kennedy, and pulled the quilt to cover herself, trying to bury all her voice.

The room was quiet for a long time, and finally a little noise sounded.

The sound of porcelain shards colliding with each other was very soft, but it was enough for people to hear clearly in a quiet room.

Was Kennedy cleaning up the debris on the ground? Alice's eyes filled with tears again, and she bit her lower lip tightly.

Why? Why did he do so?

She had already treated him so coldly. Couldn't he just turn around and leave?

Why must he stay here and suffer these grievances?

Alice closed her eyes and tried to let herself ignore these sounds. Finally, the room became quiet, and Alice quietly poked her head out of the quilt.

She took a deep breath and sat up to find that the ground had been cleaned up.

Seeing Kennedy like this, she didn't feel any joy in her heart, but her stomach was in knots.

However, she couldn't smile at Kennedy either.

She was in a dilemma.

What she hoped most now was that he wouldn't appear in front of her again.

Because once he appeared, her mind would be in a turmoil.

She didn't know how to choose.

Quietly getting up, Alice went into the bathroom and changed her clothes. When she came out, Kennedy came in with a new bowl. However, he didn't step forward this time, just said in a deep voice, "Since you don't want to see me, I will leave first. Here is another bowl. Remember to have the porridge later."

Alice, "..."

She didn't reply to him, but turned her head, without even looking at him.

Afterwards, footsteps sounded, the sound of Kennedy leaving.

Alice finally couldn't help it, and secretly turned her head to look at his back.

His back was straight, but now he showed a sense of loneliness and desolation, which made Alice upset.

Hearing the sound of the door closing downstairs, Alice moved, and stepped forward to the table.

The porridge was kept warm in the pot. Kennedy brought it up and put it in her room. He wanted to make it convenient for her to eat.

There was another bowl on the table. Alice sat down, got herself a bowl of porridge, and finally had the porridge with a spoon.

The hot porridge was lingering between her lips and teeth with a faint fragrance of rice, and Alice ate it bite by bite, tears falling unconsciously.

Finally, she couldn't help crying.

Asshole!

Asshole Kennedy. Couldn't he just turn around and leave?

"You, why are you here?"

Looking at Kennedy, Alice was surprised. After a while, she looked at the door behind him again, her lips moved, "You... live here?"

If he didn't live next to her, how could he show up here out of thin air?

However, if he lived here, why had she never met him for such a long time?

Was this a coincidence, or did he arrange it in advance?

As if to answer her confusion, Kennedy gently explained, "After that incident happened, I moved here."

Alice, "..."

She stared wide, still couldn't believe it.

His action was so decisive, and... Her face changed, and she quickly asked, "How did you know I was going out?"

The door was closed, wasn't it?

Could it be that he had been standing by the door listening to her movement? It was not impossible, but it was just too weird. Kennedy, who was so smart, wouldn't do it.

So... why would he know she was out? There was only one possibility left.

Alice searched around, at the door of her own house, at the door of the opposite house.

Kennedy watched her movements, put one hand in his pocket and leaned against the wall.

Of course, he knew what she was looking for, but he didn't plan to tell her yet.

Otherwise, she would have a rebellious attitude towards him, and he would not be able to protect her."

"Don't look for it. I didn't install any monitor. I know you came out purely because we are in sync."

Hearing it, Alice couldn't help but sneer, "Do you think I'm a fool?"