Second Marriage

Chapter 421 You Hate Me, Right?

Someone in front led the way, but after a short period of time, he stopped, and then said, "Miss Alice,

Mr. Kennedy told me to bring you here."

Alice glanced at the road ahead, then nodded.

"Okay."

After the person left, Alice's eyes turned gloomy.

Was he deliberate? He wanted her to recall what happened here before? Alice had stayed here for a

while before. Although it wasn't too long, ... here was where she used to live and was her daily activity

area.

Thinking of this, Alice's hands hanging on both sides couldn't help but clenched into fists. She gritted

her teeth.

Kennedy clearly did it on purpose! !

Alice took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and then walked forward.

At this moment, Kennedy looked at Alice who was walking forward step by step, while swaying the red

wine glass in his hand. His thin lips slowly curled up.

It seemed that this woman was very familiar with everything here.

Soon, Alice walked to the door, and then she raised her hand to knock on the door.

The man's low voice came from inside.

"Come in."

Alice pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as she walked in, she saw the man sitting on the

sofa leisurely drinking red wine. It was probably because of the weekend, Kennedy only wore a shirt,

only a few buttons randomly buttoned on the shirt. Besides, he wore a pair of simple black trousers.

The sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire house.

The early morning sun was just right, giving the whole house a layer of laziness.

A look of surprise flashed in Alice's eyes. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

She had to say that Kennedy's facial features and temperament were really good.

Soon, she regained her original mood, and then opened her bag.

"Mr. Kennedy."

"Have you had breakfast?"

Kennedy interrupted her. His eyes fell on the table in front of him, "Have some first?"

She didn't come to have breakfast.

Alice smiled slightly, opened the bag, and took out the tape measure that she carried with her, "Mr.

Kennedy, I will have other things to do later, so let's finish it quickly."

Her meaning was to let Kennedy stand up, but Kennedy didn't move at all.

"Mr. Kennedy?" Alice frowned and called him again.

Kennedy smiled, "Quickly? Miss Alice is rushing to date?"

"...No."

"Then sit down and have breakfast with me."

Alice said, "Mr. Kennedy."

"What?" Kennedy's eyes fell directly on her face, "You don’t even have time for breakfast? Otherwise, I

can accompany you to do what you want to do."

Only she was crazy that she would agree to let him follow her to school to find Jack.

In the end, Alice could only compromise. She put the tape measure back, and then sat down opposite

Kennedy.

The breakfast was prepared well, as if he knew she would come over.

It was just that Alice had already had breakfast at home. But she knew that Kennedy would definitely

do what he wanted to do, so she didn't bother to argue. She just took a sandwich and bit her bite.

She just hoped that after eating the breakfast, he could cooperate her and then she could go back.

Originally, she didn't spend much time with Jack. It was ruined by Kennedy.

Alice ate a sandwich while thinking about things, while Kennedy's eyes were fixed on her face. He

couldn't move his gaze away.

She really had changed too much.

Now, she was calmer and more beautiful than before.

As if she was reborn.

Such Alice was undoubtedly amazing to him.

But it also caused him a headache.

Alice was thinking about things. Suddenly, she felt that a hot line of sight fell on her. She paused, then

raised her head, just meeting Kennedy's deep black eyes.

When they met each other’s eyes, Kennedy was not embarrassed at all, but looked at her more

directly.

The look in his eyes was particularly explicit and horribly hot.

Alice was stunned. Suddenly, she lost the appetite of eating.

Then she put down the sandwich in her hand and said, "I'm full. Mr. Kennedy, can we start now?"

"Okay." Kennedy looked like he was already prepared.

However, he still sat there lazily, motionless.

Was it to ask her to come to him by herself?

Alice stood up, frowning. She took out the tape measure again, and then came to him. Anyway, after

she got his size, she could leave directly.

She stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Kennedy, can you stand up?"

"Stand up?" Kennedy raised his eyebrows.

Alice smiled slightly, "One minute is enough."

After she finished speaking, she waited patiently.

In the next second, Kennedy put down the cup, and finally stood up. Originally, Alice was some

distance away from him, but when Kennedy stood up, he seemed to be deliberate. He moved to her

side and then he was extremely close to her.

Tall Kennedy stood in front of Alice. All his masculine aura was unreservedly suppressed and

enveloped her.

Such a breath... Even though so many years passed, Alice was still slightly frightened.

Just when Alice was about to step back a few steps to keep her distance from him, one hand grabbed

her slender waist.

Alice looked up at him in amazement, "What are you doing?"

Kennedy's eyes were as deep as the sea. When his eyes fell on her face, it was like to see through her

soul, and his voice was low which was like the sound of a slowly pulling cello.

"You stand so far, how to measure the size?"

When saying this, Kennedy still leaned against her ear and said.

Alice always felt that Kennedy was blowing air into her ears deliberately.

Such behavior was undoubtedly irritating to Alice. She herself heard her heartbeat start to throb. But

besides that, she still had a heavy sense of humiliation.

A married man always flirted with her like this.

Alice closed her eyes and said coldly, "Let me go."

The aura on her body cooled down almost instantly. Before Kennedy understood what was going on,

Alice took out the tape measure and tied it to his arm, and then moved to the other side.

At this time, there was already some distance from him.

Alice measured his size with a cold face.

Originally, she didn’t have to do these things. But Alice knew that if Kennedy came for her, even if she

called those designers over, they would probably not suffer less humiliation than her own.

She took the order by herself, so she would have to bear it.

"You hate me, right?"