Second Marriage

Chapter 83 Those Terrible Memories

Charlotte woke up in a clean and tidy room.

The room was very simple, yet quite stylized, and there were a few sketch-like things pasted on the

walls.

The light gray curtains were gently blown up by the wind and it was cool.

Where was she?

Charlotte slowly sat up. A pain came from her arm, and only when she looked down did she find that

gauze was wrapped there.

"You're awake?"

As a warm voice came over, Charlotte raised her eyes.

Manfred walked in under her surprised gaze, carrying a cup of warm water in his hand, and handed it

to her.

"Have some water."

Charlotte stared at him blankly for a moment before reaching out to take the cup. She was indeed

thirsty and her lips were dry. After taking the water, Charlotte drank it up.

Manfred said, “Slowly.”

Charlotte's movement was a beat, feeling Manfred's voice.

He was so gentle!

She wanted to put down the cup when she finished it. And Manfred helped her to wipe the water on

corner of her mouth.

Charlotte froze in place.

What was he doing? He actually touched the corner of her mouth with his finger?

After realizing this, Charlotte abruptly tilted her head back and avoided his touch.

Manfred did not notice his move made her confused. He took away the cup from Charlotte's hand, "Get

up, I've cooked for you."

At the mention of food, Charlotte's stomach growled indisputably.

She flushed and hurriedly reached out to cover her stomach.

Manfred smiled and his gaze was soft, “Get up quickly."

There was no trace of ridicule in his eyes, and his gaze on her was calm. Charlotte nodded and got up.

After she got up, Charlotte was shocked to realize that her hospital gown had been changed.

She subconsciously grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Don't worry, the clothes were changed by the maid."

Manfred explained and Charlotte came back to her senses, flushing.

She didn't say anything and he knew what she was thinking. Charlotte followed him to the dining table

with immense embarrassment.

There were several dishes and soup.

Charlotte was hungry for a long time, could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and sat down at

the table.

"Eat then." Manfred smiled faintly, served a bowl of rice and took a pair of chopsticks to her.

"Thank you." Charlotte thanked him, sat down and started to eat. She was really hungry.

She hadn't eaten all day yesterday, but she was tenacious.

When she was a child, she was hungry for three days, but she survived!

She could not have an accident without food for a day. Charlotte put rice into her mouth, thinking, she

must be strong.

The nightmare she had as a child was over.

The betrayal of Aldrich and the lack of closeness of her family were over.

And she endured the fact that she was forced to marry Kennedy.

Six months later she could leave here.

When the time came, she must go find a city she liked and then settle down, find a good job and raise

the kid.

The tears unconsciously filled the eyes, and finally tears fell down to the bowl of Charlotte.

But her movements did not stop, she still was putting rice into her mouth.

Manfred smiled at her at first. And when he saw her eyes were slightly red, and shed tears, the smile

on his face gave a beat.

He lightly sighed, picked up chopsticks and served food to her bowl.

"Eat more vegetables."

Charlotte sucked her nose, but she could not hold her. When Manfred served her food, she looked up

at him.

For a moment, the pair of beautiful eyes filled with water crashed into the heart of Manfred.

The action of his hand was a beat, his thin lips unconsciously pursed into a straight line.

Charlotte's mouth was still stained with rice. She felt that she was ashamed of this look. But she was

upset just now. And the meal in front of her reminded her of her childhood, when she was rescued by

the police from the trafficker.

Her parents didn't come to pick her up, and it was the police gave her a heartfelt hug, took her to the Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

police station and bought her food.

At that time, she was silent for a long time, suddenly she picked up the bowl to eat. The police also

suddenly sighed out and helped her with food.

"Little girl, eat more vegetables."

At that time, Charlotte was still small and she cried out.

Now she was still sad in the face of such a heart-warming gesture from Manfred, even though she had

grown up, got married and had kid.

More tears fell down.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be like this." She sobbed, put down the bowl and turned her back.

She was sad.

That experience was one of the darkest days of her life.

She spent three days at the police station at that time.

When all the lost children were picked up by their parents who rushed over, she stayed there for three

days before her mother came and the first thing her mother saw her was to scold her for disobedience,

questioning why she was running around, and then giving her a slap on the butt in front of all the police.

Charlotte wanted to cry at that time, but subconsciously held back.

She just stared at her mother with big eyes.

Why? Didn’t her mother love her? Didn’t she worry about her? Why did other mothers dote on their

children, but she was different?

A jacket was draped over Charlotte's body, carrying the temperature and the strange man's breath.

"It's hard, isn't it?" Manfred sat next to her with tissue. He bent down and wiped her tears, “Just cry, and

you will be fine. But after that, you still have to eat, or you will get sick.”

Charlotte's hand trembled slightly. She looked up at Manfred, with her eyelashes gently trembled,

"Thank you."

Manfred smiled faintly, “Not at all, is it better after crying out?"

"Mm." Charlotte nodded her head.

"Then have a bowl of soup first." Manfred gave her a bowl of soup, and Charlotte could only reach out

and take it.

"When I went to the hospital yesterday, I saw Kennedy's car in the parking lot, were you with him?"

Hearing the words, Charlotte's movement gave a beat.

"Kennedy has a cold face but a warm heart, but he is good to you."