Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife

Charlotte clutched to the contract in her hand so hard that her finger tips turned pale. She opened the pen, signed her name at the end of it, and then put it back into the bag. Then she was ready to leave. Kennedy raised his eyebrows with satisfaction, "Women that can be bought by money are so easy to deal with."

The next second, Charlotte smashed the contract on the desk, which generated some negative feelings in Kennedy, so he frowned.

"You don't have to pay me. I stay here for a reason. I'm grateful that you didn't force me to get an abortion, but it doesn't mean you can humiliate me with money."

Kennedy sneered, his eyes were filled with sarcasm, "Don't women like you see money as the whole world?"

"You!" Charlotte clutched her fist. She wanted to argue with him. A moment later, however, she loosened her fingers and smiled, "Fine, if you see me as that kind of person, then I am. We just take what we need from each other. I already signed the papers. Don't worry, when time's up, I'll see myself out."

She had to come up with a plan during this time.

"Well, I'm looking forward to that day."

Charlotte turned her tiny body and left. She didn't even touch the cheque on the table.

Kennedy narrowed his eyes.

That was quite a big cheque, and she didn't give it a glance? Did she pretend not to be interest in money ... or that was her real reaction?

If she didn't care about the money, what was her purpose to marry into the Moore family?

Since Charlotte signed the paper, her relationship with Kennedy was boned by the contract. They quarreled less, but she still went to the company and worked as an assistant of Kennedy because that was Mr. Reynold's order.

Charlotte was not dumb, and she was good at her work. Once she was offered a chance to study, she would take the opportunity.

Nathan already had a different view on her in less than a week.

"Mr. Kennedy, she's quite good."

Kennedy only responded with a cold laugh, "Is that so?"

Nathan nodded, "She did a good job of what you asked her to do."

She did everything with order, of course she was good.

"She's married to a Moore, how can she be an idiot?"

Nathan was chocked by his words. He lowered his head to check the schedule without answering him, "There's a party this evening, do you wanna go with Mrs. Moore?"

"With her?" Kennedy tapped his finger on the table, but his eyes were still focused on the notebook, "To embarrass myself?"

Nathan didn't dare to say another word.

They talked for a while, when Nathan was about to leave the office,

Kennedy suddenly asked, "Send Charlotte in."

"Okay." Nathan stepped out and twitched his mouth.

Kennedy had been saying one thing and doing another a lot lately. He just said that Charlotte embarrassed him and now he wanted her in his office. Did he intend to take her to the party? Charlotte was working next door. When Nathan called her, she was dealing with some paperwork.

"I'll be there in two minutes."

"Are you seeking for death?" Nathan said behind her seriously, "Mr. Moore wants you there, and you be there right now."

Charlotte had no choice but to put down the file. She took a deep breath and said, "Got it."

Then she walked towards the office.

The moment she stepped in, Nathan started to eavesdrop their conversation.

"Mr. Moore, you want to see me?" Kennedy asked her not to disclose their relationship at the company. She was his assistant, nothing more. If she saw him, she had to call him "Mr. Moore" like everybody else. Charlotte was not very comfortable with it, but later, she had called him like this for too many times, she just didn't feel anything anymore.

Kennedy threw a golden invitation to her, but didn't speak at all.

Charlotte hesitated for a while before she moved forward to pick it up. After giving it a glance, she asked, "Mr. Moore, you want to go to the party?" Charlotte was thinking, meanwhile her bright eyes sparkled, "I remember Mr. Carter from the Carter Group is also on the guest list, the chance is slim that he will come to the party as well. Mr. Moore you can take this opportunity to show him your intention of cooperation." Kennedy was giving her eyes of compliment, but that disappear very fast.

Well, this woman has a quick-mind and a nice memory.

"Okay."

"Then I'll do some preparations for you, Mr. Moore."

"You come with me."

Charlotte just turned her body when she heard Kennedy's voice. She suddenly stopped her steps and cast a confusing look at him, "You mean me, Mr. Moore?"

"I don't fancy talking business at parties, that'll be your job."

Charlotte understood his words and nodded, "Okay, I'll talk to Mr. Carter. I'll leave now if you don't need me here."

"I do have business." Kennedy eyed her from head to toe with no emotion, which made Charlotte really uncomfortable. She stood straight instinctively. "Change your clothes."

He frowned.

Charlotte looked down at her clothes; those were cheap stuff she brought before she came to the Moore Family.

She had been wearing them for they were comfortable and Kennedy didn't say anything against her outfit.

She bit her lower lips, "I know, I'll buy a new suit after work."

"Nathan!"

This shout gave Nathan, who was standing outside the door, chills.

What the fuck, he was caught eavesdropping them again.

He had been caught two times, and he swore he would never do that again.

Nathan didn't dare to waste time, so he strode in the office.

"Mr. Moore."

Kennedy looked at him with coldness. Nathan tried to read his mind, a moment later, he made an attempt asking, "Mr. Moore, shall I show Ms. Wilson the evening gown for tonight's party?" Kennedy hummed as consent.

Nathan was so relieved that he made a right guess, "I'll prepare for that."

Half an hour later.

All three of them showed up at the shopping mall.

Charlotte followed Kennedy and Nathan into a high-end store. The decorations were fancy, and they were also playing relaxing music.

Although Kennedy sat on a wheel chair, the staff still noticed his expansive outfit, so they put on warm smiles, getting ready to serve the clients.

"Sir, welcome."

Kennedy, with his nonchalant attitude, didn't even looked at the staff. Instead, Nathan who was standing behind him said, "Find her some clothes for an important party."

Charlotte hid behind Nathan. She was actually a little scared.

It was her first time to come to such place, and she could barely keep her head up before those shining light. As a matter of fact, she used to come to this kind of stores quite frequently with friends, but that was before she married Aldrich.

The staff was smiling, however, once she saw Charlotte, her smile faded.

"For this lady?"

"Yes." Nathan nodded seriously, "Pick her something good."

"Yes, please follow me."

The staff took her away.

After a while, Charlotte walked out with a black and white dress. Kennedy was the one that took Charlotte here, of course Charlotte cared about his thoughts.

Kennedy's eyes radiated coldness, "Nope."

Charlotte's face expression changed a little bit, then went to put on another one.

This time it was a black dress. But Kennedy still frowned.

Charlotte clutched her fist then turned around.

The next few dresses just made Kennedy frown even harder. He seemed to have a way to make people feel frightened.

When the staff took her out again, Kennedy smashed a magazine at the table.

Charlotte was startled. She bit her lips as an instinctive move.

"I think... maybe we should stop now, I ..."

Though Kennedy wasn't looking at her, Charlotte still couldn't life her head up. She knew she was not cut out for dresses, for she didn't have any charm.

These luxurious dresses looked like jokes on her.

Unexpectedly, Kennedy opened his mouth, "Don't give her old people clothes. She's thirty, not fifty."

Finishing his words, Kennedy cast his sharp eyes at the staff.

She suddenly felt stressful, which made her face a bit pale. She nodded, "Got it."