Marry Me Twice (Kennedy and Charlotte)

Chapter 258 Am I Unkind to Her?

In the middle of the night, Charlotte felt a little itchy on her back, but it was very comfortable. The

wound seemed to be rubbed with medicine. Her wound had been painful and itching, but now it felt

comfortable.

She was so sleepy that she did not open her eyes, but she gave a conscious exclamation.

The hand on her back froze. Kennedy took a look at Charlotte in the dream and pressed his thin lips,

“Damn woman, what am I doing?”

She said she was to divorce with him and he was angry, but now he still cared about her wound. After

she fell asleep, he came to apply medicine for her in the middle of the night.

This kind of thing...

Such a heinous thing! How could he do that?

Kennedy clenched his fingers into a fist. But seeing her slept soundly, he felt distressed for her.

His fists unclenched and his movements became gentle as he applied the ointment to her wound, drop

by drop.

During that, Charlotte slept soundly and did not wake up.

After Kennedy finished, he stared at the sleeping woman for a long time, and then he murmured.

“Unconscionable woman, do you know your words had hurt me?”

“I have a bitter tongue? Do I?”

Kennedy had deep doubt about himself.

He asked Nathan in the car on the way to work the next day.

“Do I have a sharp tongue?”

Nathan was driving the car seriously. Hearing that, he was stunned and then looked secretly at

Kennedy through rearview mirror. He asked “why did you ask that, Mr. Kennedy?”

The eyes of Nathan made Kennedy agitated. He pursed thin lips and answered, “No why.”

Then he lowered his head, with his cold eyes wandering.

A moment later, he looked up again. “Am I good to that woman?”

Nathan, “... Mr. Kennedy?”

Kennedy looked at his back of the head sharply, “tell the truth.”

“Well...” Nathan curled his lips awkwardly, “According to my point of view, you are good to Mrs. Moore,

after all, you had never been so nice to a woman before.”

“Then why does she want to divorce me?”

Nathan was surprised, and his hand almost slipped.

“Mrs. Moore is going to divorce you? Why?”

But Kennedy did not answer him. Nathan took a look at Kennedy and found Kennedy staring at him like

an eagle.

Nathan was startled, settled his mind and coughed lightly.

“Mrs. Moore wants to divorce you, probably not because you are not good to her, but...”

“But what?” Kennedy was eager to know the answer.

Despite what the woman had said last night, he still felt...that was not the real answer in her mind.

What that bullshit she had said!

“Perhaps Mrs. Moore doesn't like you?” Nathan said, and then he felt temperature in the car suddenly

dropped, and Kennedy’s voice was like from the hell, “Do you want to die?”

Nathan was frightened and said, “Is it possible that she likes others?”

Kennedy, “...Haha.”

“Mr. Kennedy. To tell you the truth, I was afraid you would kill me.”

“Say it.”

Nathan, “You have to make sure my safety first.”

“It looks like you're unsatisfied with your job.” Kennedy did not give him a guarantee, but a threat.

Nathan complained in his heart. How dare he not satisfy with this job? He hurried to explain, “I am

satisfied, I will tell you my thought! In fact, you are good to Mrs. Moore, but it is only my view. In Mrs.

Moore's view, you are not a good husband.”

“Not...good?” Kennedy frowned, thinking about Nathan's words, but he could not understand but asked,

“Go on.”

Nathan got cold sweat on forehead. Fortunately, it was a red light at the moment, he stopped the car,

stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat, and then said slowly, “Women like gentle men, but you are

always mean to her. I know you are good to her, but you never said it out or explain, how can she

know?”

“She is a fool.” Kennedy said coldly.

There was no need to say anything. And he would just do it.

Hearing that, Nathan hurried to say, “If you think so, just regard she is a fool. Don't overthink about it,

Mr. Kennedy.”

“I don’t.” Kennedy took a cold glance at him and said unpleasantly.

Nathan did not want to say and felt every word would be wrong.

He chose to shut up!

After the red light, Nathan drove on.

Kennedy was silent for a while, and then he asked again, “Do I have to tell her so that she can

understand?” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Nathan: I choose death.

“I think so.” He smile embarrassedly and dared not answer directly, lest Kennedy would kill him.

Kennedy did not speak but leaned back, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to rub his pain

temple.

Damn it.

It was the first time he got deeply influenced by a woman. After applying medicine for her in the middle

of the night, he kept recalling the picture of her saying she wanted to divorce him and he couldn't sleep

all night.

Kennedy had self-discipline and his sleep was regular.

It was the first time he had lost sleep for a person.

Seeing that he was not in good spirits, Nathan asked with concern, “Mr. Kennedy. Shall we cancel

today's schedule so that you can go to sleep?”

“No.” Kennedy directly rebuffed him and then said, “Have you destroyed that contract?”

“Which contract?” Nathan did not understand, after all, Kennedy spoke as he thought randomly. He

failed to keep up with it.

Kennedy's breath changed, Nathan then figured it out, “That contract signed by Mrs. Moore?”

He now understood.

In addition to Mrs. Moore's thing, Mr. Kennedy would say it directly and he would not change his

attitude suddenly. He would judge by that.

Nathan felt lucky that it could be predicted.

“I'll get the contract to you later.”

“Destroy it.”

Nathan hand stopped once, then nod.

The contract was a divorce contract. Now Mr. Kennedy told him to destroy it, did it mean…Mr. Kennedy

would not divorce Mrs. Moore?

Thinking of this, Nathan was pleased.

If Mr. Kennedy chose Charlotte between her and Diana, he sure would be pleased.

After all, a series of things that Diana did were really disgusting.

She was not worthy to be a good friend to Mrs. Moore.