Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 47

“No.”

Charlotte turned back.

Kennedy’s eyes were still cold, and his words were like a poisoned knife.

“I hope the next time when you sit in a coffee shop as my assistant and talk to someone about cooperation, don’t lose my face.”

Charlotte turned a little pale on face at the mention of her clothes again. “Is that dress really so important? Do you care about appearances so much?”

“There is no need to look into the heart of a person who is not capable of even basic dress.”

Charlotte, “......”

She was speechless.

Charlotte was so angry that she wanted to walk away, but she failed to do so when she saw him sitting in the wheelchair. If she left, how would he do when he got into trouble?

So she could only stand in place. After a while, the clerk said to Kennedy, “Sir, the clothes have been packed.”

“Send it to this address.” Kennedy gave her a name card. The clerk took it and then widened her eyes, “The Moore Group? You, you are?”

He nodded.

“Ok, ok, I understand!”

In the B City, few people did not know the Moore Group.

“Can we go now?” Charlotte did not want to stay here any longer, she said when they had finished their conversation.

Kennedy agreed. And Charlotte pushed him away.

The murmur of several clerks was heard before they left.

“I am jealous. Who is that woman? Mr. Kennedy bought so many clothes for her.”

“I don’t know, she seems to have no money. If only someone does that to me.”

“Why does Cinderella always find the prince? And why can't we?”

Charlotte heard these comments and secretly tightened her fingers.

Perhaps she was really Cinderella. After all, she had nothing and her parents did not love her. However, she knew clearly that Moore was not her prince.

Diana had a word right.

For Charlotte who was pregnant and remarried, Moore was dangerous to her.

After returning home, Charlotte went back to her room, and Kennedy went to the study.

Charlotte checked the information. Suddenly she thought of something, picked up her phone and bag and went out.

The Wilson family.

“Mom, why did you cook dinner again that I don't like? I'm not having dinner today!” Christina sat to the table, picked up the chopsticks and found she did not like the food, so she put down the chopsticks and bowl, got up and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Belinda got up and stopped her.

“Christina, you are thin and you are still picky about food.”

“Mom, I'm not picky. But you are bad at cooking. I can't eat what you cook.” Christina said angrily and went upstairs.

“Christina...” Belinda sighed helplessly, sat back to the table and whispered, “Let's have dinner first, and later I'll get something she likes.”

Bruno sat opposite her, with anger in his eyes, “You spoil her. Look at what she has become. She doesn’t even have dinner, let her starve to death.”