Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 51

“Enough!” Kennedy grasped her wrist, trying to pull her away.

Charlotte didn’t give up and stepped forward, “You haven’t answered my question yet.”

Blue veins were popping out on his forehead, as Kennedy encircled her waist, trying to push her away, but Charlotte was so pestering that she relied on her instincts to act. Once being forced to move away again, she grabbed hold of his neck and sitting onto his thighs.

The throng stupefied.

His fellows whispered, “Do you need any help?” They went forward and attempted to grip her arms.

Kennedy turned his fierce eyes, “Back off!”

Their stout arms suspended in midair.

Nathan raved how reckless these people were. They were not observant enough to find out the nervousness across his face.

Kennedy was plagued by Charlotte all the time. She sat there with her hands over his neck. The sweet and silky breath wrapped over, and integrated with his powerful mind.

He pinched around her waist, and asked with a hoarse voice, “Do you really want to know?”

Charlotte pouted her red lips and bent down, leaning against his shoulder and mumbled, “I’m so sleepy.”

He was speechless.

Did she get sleepy right after flirting with him?

“Oh, woman, you have no chance.”

Kennedy pushed his wheelchair with his free hand, and Nathan instructed his fellows right away, “Get the car ready. Let’s get out of here first.”

He followed Kennedy and left the man behind.

On their way back, Charlotte remained in Kennedy’s arms. She kept making small gestures, pinching his ears, or raking her fingers across his skin. Kennedy’s desires were stirred up.

He didn't know how he got this way, but he actually reacted to her provocation.

Kennedy grabbed her hand and held her hand down to keep her from moving, but Charlotte grumbled sorrowfully, “Let me go.”

He didn’t respond. He stared straight ahead with his grim face, “Speed up!”

If he didn’t get her back sooner, he could barely imagine what would happen next.

His mindfulness was almost worn out by her.

It couldn’t go on like this anymore!

Nathan stepped on the accelerator, and looked at the two of them through the rearview mirror.

Really? How could Kennedy tolerate a drunken lady lying in his arms with a sexy pose? He seemed to have extraordinary self-control.

“Do you have enough?” A dead voice came through and cast a chill over Nathan. He straightened his back and stared ahead, with no more look-around.

Seriously, how dare he peep at them?

Charlotte couldn’t get rid of Kennedy, so she struggled to get up, wriggling her body over his. He seemed to devour her. He lifted a free hand and pressed on her shoulder, “Damn it. Stop moving!”

Charlotte was stuck there. She kept her pose and stared at him plaintively. She appeared to be wronged and complaining. Kennedy relented by her reaction. He looked away with a tranquil voice, “Behave yourself or I will throw you off the car.”

Hearing his words, Charlotte’s eyes widened. She closed her eyes and poured into his arms, with no more messing around.

Kennedy breathed a sigh in relief, and loosened his grip. Charlotte encircled his waist right away and settled in his arms.

His body was stiffened, and cold sweats fell from his forehead.