Marry Me Twice (Kennedy and Charlotte) novel Chapter 259

Charlotte had a sound sleep. When she woke up, the room was filled with sunshine. Subconsciously she touched the mobile phone but there was nothing.

She was stunned, and then realized that she was lying in bed of Kennedy.

Five seconds later, Charlotte sat up. She was sleeping on her own bed last night, why did she wake up in his bed?

Charlotte looked towards the floor, only to find that her bed had been taken away.

Oh, damn it!

He asked the servant to take her things away again.

How many times would he have to play this trick?

Charlotte got up and lifted the quilt angrily, and then saw the phone on the bedside table. She picked up to see the time and found that it was almost noon.

She did have a sound sleep.

Charlotte tapped her head and got up to wash her face.

Since she went to bed without taking a bath yesterday, Charlotte felt uncomfortable all over now, so she simply took a bath.

When she took off, she found that her clothes were stained with ointment. Charlotte was confused about it.

She didn't put on any ointment all day yesterday. How could she get it on her clothes?

Charlotte held her clothes in her hands in a daze, suddenly she remembered the warm feeling she felt last night as if there were a pair of hands pressing her back.

It was the same way she had felt before when he applied medicine on her...

The warmth between the fingers, the cold ointment......

However, Charlotte thought she was dreaming last night, and because she couldn't wake up, she didn't mind it.

Was it Kennedy?

She shook her head, wearing a wry smile, “How is it possible? He loathes you, how could he apply medicine on you in the middle of the night?”

She thought she was overthinking.

Charlotte threw her clothes on a nearby shelf and turned on the shower to take a bath.

When she came out of the bath, there was a maid knocking at the door. Charlotte had to open the door and was almost frightened by the scene outside the door.

The maids wheeled the clothes into the room and hung them up one by one into her wardrobe.

“What are you doing?”

“Mrs. Moore, this is Mr. Kennedy’s command. They are for you.”

When the clothes were delivered, there was a large collection of jewelry, followed by numerous cosmetic and other things, two large closets and dressers.

The maid looked at her respectfully, “Mr. Kennedy said he will meet your requirement.”

With that, the maid thought Mr. Kennedy was good to Mrs. Moore.

Charlotte, “......”

He had lived alone before, so his room had been monotonous. Now with her belongings, it looked full.

Looking to these things in front of her, Charlotte's heart was not warm at all.

Her heart had hit the bottom. How could this warm her?

On the contrary, for her, material compensation was humiliation.

Unexpectedly, Charlotte curled her lips and sneered, “What does he mean by this? Buy me off with this? Tell him, I will not change my mind.”

“What?” The maid paused and looked at her in surprise.