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Chapter 39 I Don’t Want Your Money
Chapter 39 I Don’t Want Your Money
The sharp voice startled Charlotte. She held tighter her towel and walked slowly toward Kennedy.
But she stopped when she stood far away from him.
She bit her lower lip.
“What can I do for you?”
“Help me to bed.” Kennedy’s voice was cold, and there were no waves in eyes.
Charlotte was relieved. He had just asked her to help him to bed. That was all right. However, she was
wearing a bath towel which could fall off easily, so she asked, “Can I change my clothes before I help
you? I just... I forgot to bring my clothes in.”
Kennedy kept silent, staring at her.
Charlotte took a corner of the towel and bit her lower lip. “Just a moment, just a moment,” she said.
He still kept silent. Charlotte felt it was impossible for her to help him in the bath towel, so she moved
slowly. Seeing that Kennedy had no other movement, she suddenly turned and ran to the bed, took the
clothes she had prepared in advance and rushed into the bathroom.
A moment later, she rushed out again. The skirt hung crooked on her body and her shoulder could be
seen. Charlotte pulled up the clothes and walked towards Kennedy, and by the time she got to
Kennedy, she was already well dressed.
The whole process took less than a minute.
The speed was fast.
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Kennedy narrowed his eyes, looking at the woman. She was barefoot wearing a light blue sleep dress,
of which the quality was average. Probably it was old, so the color became faint, which was not to her
fair skin.
He felt this skirt pull down her temperament.
Kennedy frowned and stared at her unhappily.
Charlotte noticed his eyes and glanced down at her skirt. She thought she knew what he was looking
at. She felt a little embarrassed, flushed and bit her lower lip for a long time before she spoke.
“I’ve done. I'll help you to rest.”
With these words, Charlotte came forward and pushed Kennedy to the bedside.
After Kennedy got into bed, he kept looking at her skirt and said coldly, “Open the drawer of bedside
cabinet.”
“What?” Charlotte was stunned at first, but she soon nodded her head, bent down to open the drawer
of the bedside table and asked, “What do you want, Mr. Kennedy?”
Because she called him Mr. Kennedy in the company, so she always called her Mr. Kennedy.
The drawer was very neat. There were some books, cards and watches.
“Turn the second book to page 205, and take out the card.”
“Ok.”
Without any doubt, she did what he said. But to her surprise he remembered so well.
Kennedy might be an obsessive person.
“Got it.” Charlotte took the card out and gave it to Kennedy.
Kennedy did not take it but stared at her.
“Mr. Kennedy?”
“It is for you.”
Charlotte looked at the card in surprise.
It was a bank card.
“For me?”
She did not expect it was a bank card.
Why did he give her a bank card?
“Mr. Kennedy?” Charlotte did not understand. She held tighter the bank card and looked at him with
inquiring eyes.
The smile of Kennedy brought a bit of sarcasm, “As Mrs. Moore, you had better dress decently. There
is money inside. Do you understand what I mean?”
As soon as she had said this, Charlotte's face turned pale and she bit her lower lip.
“Are you criticizing me for not dressing well?”
“What? Do you think you're well dressed?” Kennedy said in a terrible tone and looked at her nightgown,
which had been washed slightly pale.
Charlotte was so embarrassed that her lower lip almost bled from her bite. She squeezed the bank
card tightly in her hand for a few minutes. “No need. I have a job now. As long as I get paid on time
every month, I'll have enough money to buy clothes. I don’t need your money.”
Then Charlotte put the bank card back on the bedside table.
“Take it.” Kennedy stared at, “Now you have no money.”
Charlotte finally burst out. “Yes! I have no money now, but so what? I didn't steal or rob the clothes I
was wearing. What's wrong with the old ones? Are you going to keep mocking me for that?”
“Oh, that is enough.”
“Don't go too far, Kennedy!”
Charlotte clenched her fist, with fire in her eyes.
As soon as she was angry, her quiet eyes seemed to have spirit. They looked beautiful.
Kennedy looked at her with contentment, with his hands behind his back.
“What? Am I not telling the truth? Although you are not a real Mrs. Moore, you are my assistant. If you
dress like this, you will lose my face.”
“If you think I make you lose face, you go to Mr. Reynold and refuse to let me be your assistant.”
Charlotte’s lips were pale. She still stubbornly looked into Kennedy’s eyes.
Kennedy sneered in disdain, “I did not refuse to the marriage. Do you think I will refuse this?”
Charlotte was stunned.
Yes, he had accepted the woman Mr. Reynold had arranged for him, let alone his assistant. Did he
know about something?
She looked him in the eye and asked, “Will you say yes to whatever Mr. Reynold asks you to do?”
“What? Trying to let me say something?”
Charlotte's face changed and she shook her head. “No.”
“Take the card and leave.” Kennedy's face grew cold and he obviously did not want to talk to her.
The subject came back and Charlotte said angrily, “I won't take your money.”
With that, Charlotte turned and walked straight to her bed.
Kennedy, looking at her resolute back, suddenly pulled up his lips, “Do you think there was a little
money in it? Then I tell you for certain that there is ten million in it, it is enough for you.”
Charlotte stepped with a violent jerk.
Kennedy narrowed his eyes. Did she want it now?
Charlotte turned round, gnashing her teeth, “Ten million is not enough for me. I don't care the little
money!”
Kennedy raised his eyebrows, “Oh, really?”
“So don't give me the runaround with this card, I don't need it!” Charlotte said, ignored him and went to
her little bed.
Damn it.
She clutched her dress angrily, but a rough touch came from her hand. Charlotte lowered her head to
see her clothes in embarrassment.
The Moore family was a big family. It was the upper class. The bottom people in their eyes were like a
joke completely.