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

Chapter 51 Got Drunk (3)

“Enough!” Kennedy grasped her wrist, trying to pull her away.

Charlotte didn’t give up and stepped forward, “You haven’t answered my question yet.”

Blue veins were popping out on his forehead, as Kennedy encircled her waist, trying to push her away,

but Charlotte was so pestering that she relied on her instincts to act. Once being forced to move away

again, she grabbed hold of his neck and sitting onto his thighs.

The throng stupefied.

His fellows whispered, “Do you need any help?” They went forward and attempted to grip her arms.

Kennedy turned his fierce eyes, “Back off!”

Their stout arms suspended in midair.

Nathan raved how reckless these people were. They were not observant enough to find out the

nervousness across his face.

Kennedy was plagued by Charlotte all the time. She sat there with her hands over his neck. The sweet

and silky breath wrapped over, and integrated with his powerful mind.

He pinched around her waist, and asked with a hoarse voice, “Do you really want to know?”

Charlotte pouted her red lips and bent down, leaning against his shoulder and mumbled, “I’m so

sleepy.”

He was speechless.

Did she get sleepy right after flirting with him?

“Oh, woman, you have no chance.”

Kennedy pushed his wheelchair with his free hand, and Nathan instructed his fellows right away, “Get

the car ready. Let’s get out of here first.”

He followed Kennedy and left the man behind.

On their way back, Charlotte remained in Kennedy’s arms. She kept making small gestures, pinching

his ears, or raking her fingers across his skin. Kennedy’s desires were stirred up.

He didn't know how he got this way, but he actually reacted to her provocation.

Kennedy grabbed her hand and held her hand down to keep her from moving, but Charlotte grumbled

sorrowfully, “Let me go.”

He didn’t respond. He stared straight ahead with his grim face, “Speed up!”

If he didn’t get her back sooner, he could barely imagine what would happen next.

His mindfulness was almost worn out by her.

It couldn’t go on like this anymore!

Nathan stepped on the accelerator, and looked at the two of them through the rearview mirror.

Really? How could Kennedy tolerate a drunken lady lying in his arms with a sexy pose? He seemed to

have extraordinary self-control.

“Do you have enough?” A dead voice came through and cast a chill over Nathan. He straightened his

back and stared ahead, with no more look-around. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Seriously, how dare he peep at them?

Charlotte couldn’t get rid of Kennedy, so she struggled to get up, wriggling her body over his. He

seemed to devour her. He lifted a free hand and pressed on her shoulder, “Damn it. Stop moving!”

Charlotte was stuck there. She kept her pose and stared at him plaintively. She appeared to be

wronged and complaining. Kennedy relented by her reaction. He looked away with a tranquil voice,

“Behave yourself or I will throw you off the car.”

Hearing his words, Charlotte’s eyes widened. She closed her eyes and poured into his arms, with no

more messing around.

Kennedy breathed a sigh in relief, and loosened his grip. Charlotte encircled his waist right away and

settled in his arms.

His body was stiffened, and cold sweats fell from his forehead.

Fortunately, Charlotte didn’t move around after hugging his waist and finally drifted into sleep.

Feeling that she was breathing evenly, Kennedy gazed down at the woman in his arms.

She was totally different when she got drunk.

A woman like her could be gentle as well.

Charlotte was petulant and dependent, like a spoiled and whiny child. When she was sober, she

restrained herself and swallowed her angers. When she was really angry, she turned away quietly and

said nothing to explain.

“Mom...”

A confused call spilled out of the pink lips, and Charlotte's eyelashes quivered.

They arrived at Kennedy’s place in 15 minutes. By the time Nathan opened the door and pushed the

wheelchair off the car, Charlotte was sticking onto Kennedy’s body.

When the servants noticed what happened, the surprise made their eyes popping out.

What was all this about? Miss Charlotte grandly leaned against Mr. Kennedy. He didn’t push her away

either. Kennedy used to declare that there was no chemistry between Charlotte and him.

But now?

Those servants exchanged their looks. There was a rumor that a maid was dismissed for being

offensive to Charlotte. Now it seemed to get confirmed.

A voice arose when they entered the elevator.

“Kenny.”

Nathan halted, as Manfred came closer.

He stopped in front of them, and rested her eyes on Charlotte, “What’s going on, Kenny?”

Kennedy replied with a poker face, “As you can see.”

There was an overpowering smell of alcohol. Manfred made a sour face, “Did she go for a drink?”

“Yes.”

Manfred stepped forward, “Let me help you, Kenny. It’s hard to do it by yourself.”

Manfred tried to pull Charlotte up, but Kennedy warded him off with a glare, when Manfred was about

to approach her.

“I can do it on my own. Thanks!”

Manfred paused with a displeased look, “I’m afraid your legs would be affected, Kenny. Even Charlotte

was not heavy at all, you couldn’t hold that much weight...”

“She’s my wife. I don’t need anyone’s help.”

Manfred’s face darkened, “I didn’t mean anything else. It’s just...”

“Let’s go.” Kennedy commanded.

Nathan followed his order, and pushed the wheelchair into the elevator. That was really an awkward

moment.

The waggling woke Charlotte up, and she opened her sleepy eyes. Kennedy pushed her head down

when she was about to look up.

His instinct guided him, as he didn’t want Manfred to see how groggy Charlotte was.

Her tipsy appearance...could only be admired by him.

“Ummm...” Charlotte struggled to get up.

“Tinkle” the door was closed.

Kennedy loosened his hands to free her. When she was about to open her month, there was a sudden

darkness in front of her eyes, and her lips were covered by his mouth.