Marry Me Twice (Kennedy and Charlotte) novel Chapter 247

Kennedy frowned and stared at the women stood not far away from him.

"I beg your pardon?"

Charlotte smiled wryly. "What if I say it again? Can you change my mind? Kennedy, since you don't care about me, leave you alone!"

"Leave you alone?” Kennedy sneered, there was dangerous light in his eyes, “So you want to be with Manfred? Am I in your way?"

"Yes!" Charlotte got courage and loudly shouted at him, “So what?"

For a moment, Kennedy’s pupils suddenly enlarged and then shrank. Hearing that she admitted it, there was like something in his heart, ruthfully choked his heart, making him almost could not breathe.

The damned woman!

She admitted it! Did she want to be with Manfred?

Before he could recover his temper, Charlotte turned her back.

"I like Manfred. He is gentle and courteous, much better than you who are so arrogant and always want to control others. Kennedy, you always think I like you, in fact you are wrong, I don't like you at all. I wouldn't like a man like you if every other man were dead."

With that, Charlotte did not care about his reaction but walked away directly.

Kennedy sitting on the wheelchair felt his heart pricked by needle. This kind of indescribable feeling made him frown. He pressed down his chest.

Was his heart aching?

Because of that woman? How ridiculous!

Kennedy looked at her back, showing a cold ironical radian on lips.

It was just a woman and it was nothing to him. He did not need a woman.

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Having said that, Charlotte could not help but wet her eyes as she lay back on her bunk.

She said those words in a harsh way, but she knew that those words actually only hurt herself, perhaps Kennedy did not care what she said.

Later, when she heard that he had gone to take a shower, Charlotte thought of something and sat up, wiped the tears from her face, got up and walked over to the suit he had put on the shelf.

The suit was the same one he was wearing, so if he had given it to Diana, the box wouldn't be in it.

Charlotte acted cautiously, like a thief. She put her hand into both pockets and felt it. After a moment, she felt a small hard box.

Was it still there?

Charlotte stood for a moment and took the box out.

Sure enough, it was the small box she saw that day. How could he still have it here?

Did she misunderstand him?

For a moment, Charlotte felt very guilty at the bottom of her heart. If she had misunderstood him, then she had said those words to hurt him...

Thinking of this, Charlotte stretched out her hand to open the box, and then she froze in place.

Moments later, she closed the box with a wry smile and casually put it back in the pocket of the suit.

Charlotte's body stumbled forward.

As she lay down, she closed her eyes, and the tears ran down in despair.