Marry Me Twice (Kennedy and Charlotte) novel Chapter 142

It lasted for long, Charlotte felt her body was not hers anymore. Her body sense was controlled by Kennedy completely, finally, she lied prone on his body, in daze.

Kennedy took it out, held her arms and pushed her to the quilt, with a bleak smile.

He now looked like a play boy.

“Charlotte, your body is really lewd.”

When Charlotte’s back touched the soft quilt, she was so tired that subconsciously she closed her eyes, but Kennedy’s indifferent voice suddenly was heard.

It was like her body was poured with cold water in the winter, which made her sober up from head to foot.

Charlotte opened her eyes and saw Kennedy’s wry smile. Suddenly she froze, grabbed the quilt to cover her body, looking at him shamefully.

Kennedy reached out to pinch her chin. Charlotte struggled but failed to break free. She could only stare at him.

“Take good care of your body, I will check it every night. If I found you are disloyal......”

He didn’t finish his word, but it was clearly a threat.

“Why do you do this to me? Check as you please? What do you take me for?”

After sex, only shame was remained. Kennedy’s words hurt her.

With red eyes, she questioned Kennedy.

Seeing her like that, Kennedy felt sorry about it, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw those photos again, so Kennedy thought of that she had hot pot with Manfred, talking and laughing. He inexorably became angry.

So his words were like poisoned arrows.

“Why? Because you are the woman the Wilson family sent to my bed. Is that a reason for you?”

Charlotte’s face went pale. Probably she was angry, she had no expression on her face, but only looked at Kennedy, with her pale lips trembling.

She said no more, but dropped her eyes for a moment, looking as if she had never loved anything in her life.

Yeah, what right did she have to resist?

Since the day she married to the Moore family for Christina, her life was doomed.

If he hadn’t signed a contract with her for the second half of the year, she would have to be with Kennedy, unless he was willing to divorce her.

Think of this, Charlotte closed her eyes sadly and then turned over to cover herself with the quilt.

She didn’t want to talk with Kennedy anymore, asshole.

The tears slipped silently along the corners of the eyes, sank into the pillow in an instant, and disappeared.

She didn’t know what he was doing behind her, but could hear the rustle of clothes and then the sound of wheels rolling, until the wheels disappeared.

Charlotte was sure that he had gone.

It was her first time to cry for a long time since she had married into the Moore family. The tears were like beads with broken strings, she failed to hold back. There was ache somewhere, swelling on her lip and the mark he had left on her body were stark reminders of her humiliation.

After lying for a long time, Charlotte suddenly felt something wrong with her lower abdomen. She could only get up to the bathroom, only to find her underwear unexpectedly stained with some blood.

Charlotte initially thought she had her period.

But she had been pregnant, how could she have her period?