Marry Me Twice (Kennedy and Charlotte) novel Chapter 688

It was Kennedy!

Surprised, Alice looked at Kennedy’s car slowly closing to her and wondered why he came?

Had he had been following her all the way?

Until the car stopped in front of Alice, she walked forward, looking at Kennedy in the driver's seat, "Why are you here?"

Kennedy took a look at her and then got off the car to open the door for her.

"Get in the car."

After she got into the car, Kennedy fastened the seat belt for her. Alice stared at his handsome face close at hand, pursed lips and then said, “I did not succeed to get the book of registered permanent residence.”

Hearing that, Kennedy seemed not to be affected, as if he had expected it, so he was not surprised.

Moments later, Kennedy stared the car.

Seeing that he had been quiet, Alice calmed down.

"Did you guess it?"

She asked in a calm voice.

"Yes." Kennedy nodded. With his slender fingers on the steering wheel, he turned around the car

"Since you guessed it, why did you still ask me to come?" Alice took a glance at him, "Your behavior in those days provoked my brother, why don’t you reconcile with him?"

Kennedy gave a smile, “Even if I want to reconcile with you, you should come first."

Alice, “What do you mean?"

"Don't worry."

Kennedy covered his hand on Alice’s hands and said in a soft voice, “I will let everyone know that you are Mrs. Moore."

When he said this, he turned his head to look at her affectionately. His eyes were like magnet, trying to absorb her souls.

Alice felt her heartbeat fast and then she came back to herself and shook off his hand, “drive carefully!"

Then she thought something was wrong, and added, "As if someone was in a hurry to marry you."

Kennedy was not angry but showed a good-looking radian and said lightly, “Well, it is not that you are in a hurry to marry me, it is that I am in a hurry to marry you. It is ok, Mrs. Moore?"

Alice blushed, and then turned to look outside the window, ignoring him.

After sending Alice back to the H villa, Kennedy said he needed to work and left. He made a call to Zain while driving.

Zain gave a cold hum when he saw it was Kennedy calling.

"Mr. Nelson."

Zain pursed his lips and stared at the front with deep eyes without opening his mouth.

"This is Kennedy, I don't know if you have time for a drink."

Kennedy went straight to the point.

Zain sneered and felt this man was straightforward.

"Where?”

They met at a bar on West Street

The intention was obvious.

When Zain arrived, Kennedy had booked a downstairs VIP box, waiting for him.