Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 80

The bright red blood immediately stung the eyes of Kennedy. Subconsciously he let go of Charlotte, but his eyebrows knitted deeply, "Damn, what is wrong with you?"

Charlotte ignored the blood and shrank to the corner.

She wrapped her arms around herself, and her eyes were tinged with hatred.

Kennedy narrowed his eyes, "You hate me?"

Charlotte did not say anything, but those eyes were clearly full of hatred for Kennedy.

"Blaming me for what happened yesterday?" Kennedy sneered and looked at her waist with blood on it. His voice was cold, “You did not explain at all. Is there a problem to lock you up for a day?”

Charlotte bit her lower lip, still staring at him indignantly.

Kennedy had no other ways but said, “Come here."

But Charlotte did not move at all.

Kennedy's forehead veins protruded, with hidden anger between his eyebrows. His voice was clear and cold, “My patience is limited. Are you coming over by yourself, or are you going to make me angry?"

The ward fell into a heavy atmosphere. Charlotte's hand was still bleeding, but she just sat there and refused to move forward, glaring at Kennedy angrily.

Nathan felt extremely alarmed watching this scene.

What was going on? Mr. Kennedy brought her out of the villa personally!

"Damn it!" Kennedy let out a low curse, and his big hand probed towards Charlotte.

Charlotte tried to avoid his touch, but he grabbed her slim arm and yanked it over. He said through gritted teeth, "Go get the doctor."

Nathan froze for a second and nodded.

The doctor came and bandaged Charlotte's hand and then sighed, "It's good that you're awake, but you are too weak, so it's best not to move around anymore."

"Got it, thank you, doctor." Nathan thanked the doctor while sending him out.

Charlotte was reluctant to cooperate, but her strength simply could not break the restraints of Kennedy.

It was strange how he, a man in a wheelchair, could have so much strength?

"Kennedy, let go of me.” Charlotte was angry and tried to break free from his arms. But Kennedy's hands locked tightly on her hands.

His eyes were dark and intimidating.

"You'd better be quiet, or I'll throw you downstairs from here."

Hearing the words, Charlotte's movements gave a beat.

Kennedy added, “This is the sixth floor."

Charlotte, “Kennedy Moore, You baster.”

Kennedy couldn't help but sneer and held her arm more tightly, "You are bold and even dare to call me by my name."

His eyebrows knitted and his dark eyes flooded with intimidating light. She bravely said, “You think I am afraid of you? If you have the ability, you throw me down."

Kennedy: ……

Charlotte, “You are doomed too if you kill me.”

"Heh, who said falling down will kill you?" Kennedy reached out to the back of her head, pressed her head closer to his own.

Kennedy's handsome face was put to the maximum in front of her eyes that her eyes could not focus.

"It is the most terrible if you get disabled. If you had broken your arm or leg, you have to sit in a wheelchair every day like me."

Charlotte's breath choked, and her pupils dilated. "You!"