Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 72

"Why should he?" Kennedy spoke coldly.

Charlotte frowned slightly and could not figure it out, "If he was the one who advocated the marriage, then why didn't he reveal it if he found out that I was not Christina?"

"Heh." Kennedy raised his eyes and looked at her like an idiot, "Was your brain born to be a poseur?"

"I…… Do you have to say that?”

"Is it necessary?"

Charlotte, “In your eyes, am I a vain, deep-hearted and brainless woman?"

Kennedy pulled his lips and sneered, “You know yourself well."

Hearing this, Charlotte clenched her fist and forced to look at him, “Then how can a woman with a deep heart be brainless? Kennedy, you are talking a bit contradictor."

Kennedy's eyelids jumped and he narrowed his eyes.

This damn woman!

He raised his eyes abruptly, with his harsh gaze shooting at her.

"Say it again?"

Charlotte was startled by his abruptly harsh gaze, and her shoulders subconsciously shrank, but her gaze remained firm as she met him.

"Heh." Kennedy sneered, was this woman an idiot? Obviously she was afraid, but she forced to meet his eyes.

"If you don't have the guts, don't provoke me."

With the fall of his words, the elevator door opened.

Charlotte was so angry that she raised her head and went straight.

When Kennedy wanted to scold her, Charlotte stopped her pace and looked back at him.

Kennedy could see the tangle in Charlotte's eyes.

This woman really could not hide her emotions.

What was in her heart was all on her face and in her eyes.

Charlotte bit her lower lip, stared at Kennedy for a moment, and then turned around.

His thin lips were slightly hooked, and the sharpness under the ink-colored eyes was great. Just when he thought she would come over and pushed him again, Charlotte made a face at him and then said indignantly, "I don't have the guts, come out by yourself."

After saying that, Charlotte ignored Kennedy's face that suddenly became blue, turned around and left.

"Damn it, come back!"

Kennedy's hand nimbly slid the wheelchair out of the elevator.

Charlotte went out of the breakfast store alone. When she was ready to leave by herself, her steps still stopped for a moment, and then she looked for Nathan's figure. He was leaning against the car, so she went over and patted his shoulder.

"Assistant Wilson? Why are you back? Didn't you guys go to have breakfast?"

Charlotte's face was unhappy, and she said, “I quit."

"Why?" Nathan looked behind her and didn't see the figure of Kennedy, so he asked, "Where's Mr. Kennedy?"

Charlotte pursed her lips and said softly, "He's probably still in the elevator, so go check on him."