Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife
Chapter 104 Don't Touch Me!

Charlotte stood in front of the mirror, staring at her in disbelief.

There were a number of dense green and purple traces on her neck.

Charlotte had seen such traces before.

Only once, though.

It was on the rainy night that she had just divorced Aldrich. Her virginity was taken away by that strange man. After she fled home in panic, she tried to take a bath and found many kisses on her neck.

Just like now...

She was stunned for nearly ten seconds, and then she suddenly lowered her head and checked.

Sure enough, the marks were all over her body.

Charlotte lost in her mind.

How could she forget...

The room was lit with incense last night, and Gerald drugged her.

She was so worried about whether Kennedy was drugged, but she completely forgot the fact that she had been drugged. She could not remember the rest.

But Kennedy was impotent.

Charlotte could not help shaking all over her body, and fell to the ground.

"Mrs. Moore, what's the matter?" Seeing her suddenly sitting on the floor, Nanny Chan was so frightened that she quickly put down what she was holding and ran to her. Then she helped her up. Charlotte in her help walked to the bed. Suddenly, she thought of something important, so she caught Nanny Chan's hand.

"Nanny Chan, Nanny Chan!"

"I am here, Mrs. Moore?"

"Help me, help me call a doctor!!"

"Ok! I will call a doctor right away." Nanny Chan found her face was suddenly horribly pale, so she hurried out of the ward to call a doctor.

When the doctor came in, he found Charlotte awake, but Charlotte grabbed him by the collar.

She had something to say.

This was Dr. Smith.

Dr. Smith knew the complex relationship between her and Kennedy. He said to Nanny Chan, "Please wait outside, I will check on the patient." "OK." Nanny Chan came out of the ward.

Charlotte clutched at the corner of the doctor's coat, but she could not say a word.

The doctor inquired, "Do you want to inquire about the baby?"

Charlotte's voice unconsciously became trembling, "You know about it?"

"Well." Dr. Smith nodded with a slight smile, "Rest assured, the baby is ok."

Hearing that the baby was safe, Charlotte seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and loosened her hand clutching his corner.

"Thank you."

"Anything else? Did you replace anything uncomfortable?" The doctor felt her pulse, then took the stethoscope and made the usual examination.

"Everything seems to be all right. Miss Charlotte, take a good rest.”

As the doctor was about to leave, he heard voices from outside.

"Mr. Kennedy, you are here."

Hearing his name, Charlotte's eyes instantly changed, and she subconsciously shrunk into the quilt.

"The doctor is checking for the Mrs. Moore inside."

The door was opened from inside, Dr. Smith walked out and met Kennedy.

"Mr. Kennedy, the examination has been finished. Miss Charlotte is up, and she is fine."

Kennedy nodded, "Hmm."

Charlotte had been hiding in the quilt to listen to the outside movement. When she heard sound of the wheelchair rolling toward the inside, she was scared shivering.

The door of the hospital room closed, and all other sounds died away except for the rolling of the wheelchair.

No one spoke. Charlotte wondered if it was only Kennedy came in by himself.

"What are you doing under the quilt?"

Kennedy's voice suddenly rang up, she was startled.

"Are you afraid to see people?"

Charlotte, "..

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She slowly pulled down the quilt and looked into his eyes.

At this sight, Charlotte was stunned.

Because there were two or three long scratches on his handsome face, like those made by cat claws, and his thin lips were torn at the top and bottom. Had his clothes not been so flat that there was no wrinkle Charlotte would have thought he had been beaten.

So Charlotte asked, "What's wrong with your face?"

Kennedy was stunned and felt the scratches with his slender fingertips.

"What do you say?" Kennedy asked rhetorically.

Charlotte, "......

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How did she know?

Kennedy's eyes fell on her lower lip. Her lower lip was bitten by her last night, the doctor applied medicine on it and the wound on the lip recovered quite fast.

The air seemed strangely still. Charlotte unconsciously wanted to bite her lower lip, but Kennedy scolded, "Don't touch it."

So Charlotte's action stuck in situ. Kennedy came forward to hold her chin, "Are you a fool? Why bite your own lip?"

"I..." Charlotte could not understand why he had suddenly become so angry and his eyes were so grim and cold.

"You don't know you have wound on your lip?" Kennedy leered at her and said in a stern tone.

Charlotte touched her lower lip and it was really hurt. But why didn't she feel it when she had soup?

"Stupid!" Kennedy scolded her again.

Charlotte felt that Kennedy was very strange today. Although he was still fierce to her, his tone seemed to be gentler than before.

Was it her delusion?

Seeing her in a daze, the strength of Kennedy to hand involuntarily became lighter. Taking a glance at her neck, he felt a touch of pleasure and satiety.

At the thought of the night before, when she had wrapped her arms around his neck and begged him to be gentle, he felt as if a little cat was scratching his heart. His fingers moved involuntarily to her neck, felling the marks on her neck.

Charlotte only felt itchy and subconsciously avoided his touch.

Then, with a sharp jerk, she remembered what was around her neck, her face changed and she jerked back violently.

"Don't touch me!!"