Marry Me Twice (Kennedy and Charlotte)

Chapter 116 Sharing a Bed

Charlotte did not know what was in Diana’s mind.

She returned to the Moore house directly after separated with Diana.

Returning to her room, Charlotte found that her little bed was missing. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Charlotte's face suddenly changed. When she just came to the Moore house, she could only sleep on

the floor or outside. Later Nathan probably thought she was too miserable and he sent a small bed to

her, so that she could have a sound sleep.

But now the little bed inexplicably disappeared, which made Charlotte panic.

She wondered if Kenney had suddenly become angry with her and had her bed taken away.

Charlotte stood in situ, and was at a loss.

Suddenly two maids came in and greeted her.

“Mrs. Moore.”

Hearing this, Charlotte came to her senses, looked back at them and found that they were holding her

clothes.

“What are you doing?” Charlotte asked with a frown, and then looked at the position of the bed, “Are

you packing up my things?”

Two maids nodded, “Mr. Kennedy let us pack up your things.”

Charlotte turned pale on face.

He seemed that he wanted to kick her out.

“Why...Why?” Charlotte gave a voice with difficulty, and the color on her lips faded gradually.

The two maids looked at each other and then shook their heads, “We don't know, Mrs. Moore. This is

an order from Mr. Kennedy.”

Charlotte was suddenly speechless.

After a while she asked, “Where is he?”

“Mr. Kennedy is in the study.”

“I see.”

Without a moment's hesitation, Charlotte started to walk in the direction of the study.

The light in the study was on. When she went to the door, Charlotte saw Nathan in it.

Nathan looked toward her and then whispered to Kennedy, “Mr. Kennedy, Assistant Wilson is here, I

am leaving.”

“Ok.” Kennedy’s vision still fell on the computer screen.

Nathan came out of the study and passed Charlotte by.

Charlotte stood outside the door for a moment, and then stepped in. She walked to the side of

Kennedy, staring intently at his thin back.

Kennedy knew she was here, but he did not pay attention to her and still focused on the computer

screen. Charlotte did not know what to say. She wanted to directly ask him why moved her bed away

and if he wanted to drive her out to sleep outside?

But she failed to say so.

Finally Kennedy spoke, “You are back.”

His voice was deep, and there was no trace of joy or anger.

Charlotte pressed her lips and nodded, “Yes.”

Kennedy typed on the keyboard and said coldly, “I still have work to do. Go and see if the servant put

away your things.”

Charlotte, “......”

Charlotte silently clenched her fist, but she said nothing and walked away.

Since he wanted to drive her away, why would she have to stay?

She might as well pack up and get out of here.

At the door, the voice of Kennedy was suddenly heard again.

“I asked the servant to change the pillow as same as mine. If you are not used to silk, you can ask

them to change it.”

Charlotte had already stepped out of the room with one foot, so she took it back. Thinking she had

misheard it, she turned back in disbelief.

“What did you say?”

Kennedy withdrew vision from the computer screen and fell on her fair face, “Don’t you want to share

my bed?”

Charlotte, “......”

Her lips trembled slightly.

Kennedy thought she was dissatisfied, frowning, “What problem?”

Charlotte unconsciously licked her lips and shook her head, “No, no, you took my bed away, so you

want me to sleep with you?”

She still couldn't believe it.

Was he serious?

However, the more suspicious Charlotte's expression was, the more displeasure Kennedy became.

“Is it weird that a couple sleeping together?”

Charlotte came to her senses and nodded, then shook her head. “No.”

In fact, she thought it was weird. They had a bad relationship before, but now they were like couple.

Was it because of that night they slept together?

Charlotte could not explain her thought in her mind now.

“I know. I'll go and see first.” With that, Charlotte left the study.

When she re-entered the room, the servant came to her.

“Mrs. Moore, your pillows and quilts have been arranged. There are silk quilts and pillows for you. If

you don’t like it, please let us know.”

Charlotte shook her head, “Very good.”

“If you have no other orders, we will go first.”

“Ok.”

After they left, Charlotte walked slowly toward the room.

Standing by the bed, Charlotte was clam

The bed was Kennedy’s that she had slept in it the day she was married, still in her wedding dress, and

she never dared go near it after that. There was only a pillow, which belonged to Kennedy, but there

was another pink one next to it.

The quilt was blue and pink.

If it was because of that night, Kennedy felt he owned her, she thought she didn't need it.

But she yearned for this warm feeling.

Kennedy was cold outside but hot inside.

This was something she had not expected.

“Are you satisfied?” Cold voice was heard from her back. Charlotte turned her head and saw Kennedy

came in rolling wheelchair.

Charlotte's hand was still on the quilt. Seeing that, she nervously took her hand back and looked at him

awkwardly.

Kennedy’s vision fixed on her face, as if he tried to see her emotion.

“Don't you like people to be far away from you? We had an agreement that you wouldn't let me touch

you, but you took my bed away.”

Speaking of this, Charlotte took a look at Kennedy and said, “If we share a bed and I accidentally touch

you, what should I do?”