Marry Me Twice (Kennedy and Charlotte) novel Chapter 221

“What’s the matter? Why does Mrs. Moore go into the kitchen to wash the dishes?”

“Reynold told her.”

“Really? Her friend is still here. Mr. Reynold is nice to her friend. He has been smiling, he never did that to anyone before.”

“What? Do you think Mr. Reynold doesn’t like Mrs. Moore, so he wants to find a new wife for Mr. Kennedy?”

These words fell to Charlotte’s ear. She froze and a plate slipped out from her hand, falling into the ground with a bang.

The servants looked at each other, and then whispered.

“Stop, Mrs. Moore will be angry. Have you forgotten what happened last time?”

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

A group of people hurried out of the kitchen.

So Charlotte was left alone in the kitchen. She stood in front of the basin and felt bitter looking at the dishes.

Didn’t Reynold want to set up Diana with Manfred? Why they thought of Kennedy?

Besides, whether it was Kennedy or Manfred, it was up to Diana.

What was she thinking?

Charlotte suddenly came back to her sense and then bent down to pick up the debris on the ground.

A tall figure stepped forward and took hold of her tender fingers before her hands touched the debris, and said with a steady voice.

“Don’t touch it.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Charlotte raised her head and saw his gentle eyes.

“Manfred?”

Why was Manfred here?

“Keep your hands off. The debris is too sharp and may hurt you.”

While speaking, Manfred held her and helped her up.

Charlotte was stunned for a few seconds, and then pulled back her hand. Manfred turned to take a broom, swept together the debris on the ground, and then poured into the trash can.

In any case, his actions were well-meaning. Charlotte could not get angry with him and could only nod at him. “Thank you, Manfred.”

Then she turned on the faucet to wash the debris off the dishes.

“Don’t do it.” Manfred stepped over to turn off the faucet, frowning, “Let the servant do it, go upstairs.”

“But...” Reynold had made her do it. If she hadn’t done it, would she be...

“Grandpa just said it casually, and he won’t really come to see if you washed it. You needn’t stay here. Go upstairs.”

After thinking about it, Charlotte shook her head and said, “Well, it’s not a big deal to me.”

Charlotte turned on the faucet again. Her movements were actually very skilled. She had done a lot of these things before, but she seldom did them after she got married to the Moore family. So it was not hard for her.

Seeing her familiar movement, Manfred felt distressed.