Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife
Chapter 117: 117 Some Things can Only be Said Once

Kennedy, "..."

Was this woman a fool?

Otherwise she wouldn't be stupid enough to ask such a question at such a time.

"Am I not obvious enough?" Kennedy narrowed his eyes and said, "Or are you too dull?"

"Charlotte, I only say something once, don't expect I will say it twice to you." Kennedy said coldly and arrogantly.

Charlotte was shocked and widened her eyes, "What?"

Damn it!

Kennedy, seeing her expression, had the eager to beat her buttocks. He said everything, but she heard nothing.

Kennedy said, "It seems that you don't regard me as a husband at all."

Charlotte, "What exactly do you mean? I was sleeping perfectly in my little bed before, so why should I suddenly share a bed with you? Is it because you and I..."

Before she could finish her words, Kennedy interrupted her, "Enough!"

The sudden irascibility was frightening. Kennedy' face became gloomy

"Don't ask, stupid woman. If you want to sleep in your small bed, you can get a servant to help you bring it back. Do you think I want to sleep with you? What a shame!" Charlotte, "......'

Kennedy rolled his wheelchair and left the room.

After he left, the room was quiet. Charlotte was angry with her chest heaving. It was impossible to ask the servant to help her to move the small bed back, but since he felt that it is shameful to sleep with her, then she would make a bed on the floor.

Charlotte asked the maid for two more quilts. The floor was clean, so she put the two quilts directly on the ground and carried her pillow and things back.

Two of the four sets on the bed were suddenly missing, leaving only the blue sheet and a blue pillow. It looked so empty.

Charlotte finished her things and went to take a bath. After the bath, she went straight to sleep.

Halfway through her sleep, she suddenly felt as if someone was tugging at her quilt.

She was so sleepy that she unconsciously hugged the quilt tightly, but it was still torn off.

Charlotte suddenly opened her eye and met Kennedy's cold deep eyes.

"What are you doing?" Charlotte questioned aloud.

Kennedy coldly stared at her, "What do you say?"

Charlotte calmed down for a while before she sat up and pulled the quilt tightly in her hand, "I was sleeping well. You robbed me of the quilt."

"Is the quilt yours?" Kennedy sniffed.

Well, she took it from his bed.

"Use your old quilt." Charlotte said, "You let the servant take mine away, so this quilt should belong to me."

She was really sleepy. She had been more and drowsier since she was pregnant. After that, Charlotte did not want to argue with him but carried the quilt in her arms, "You quilt is in the cupboard, please help yourself, I want to sleep."

After that, Charlotte lay down again and cover the quilt to the body.

She did not pay attention to Kennedy's expression and soon fell asleep again.

When she slept till the middle of the night, Charlotte suddenly felt very hot. There seemed to be something hot on her back, which had been sending out a steady stream of heat. Through the light pajamas, the heat was constantly transmitted to her skin.

Charlotte's temperature gradually rose, and she wrinkled her eyebrows and kicked the quilt.

She finally felt more comfortable.

A minute later, the quilt was back on her.

Charlotte kicked it again, and in less than a few seconds, the quilt was covered back to her body.

Charlotte was so hot that she turned over like a wayward child in her sleep. The heat in her back disappeared, but the temperature in her front increased.

Charlotte opened her eye in a daze, and then she met Kennedy's inky eye.

In his eyes, there seemed to be bright stars.

Charlotte looked at them for a long while and then blinked. She could not help stretching out a hand and touched Kennedy's face. When her fingertip was about to fall on his face, she was too sleepy and quickly fell asleep again.

There came the hot breath and something soft pressing to her lips.

Charlotte reflexively retreated back, That soft thing instead got closer and pressed on her soft lips.

All right, if she could not escape, Charlotte did not bother to avoid and continued to sleep.

When she had been asleep for less than two seconds, the tenderness of her lips began to move. It rolled over her lips, like eating jelly, slowly tasting it.

Lick it, bite it.

When Charlotte made a sound, under the attack of the other side, her mouth was open and his tongue like the enemy had broken the gate and entered, and then pound into every place of her mouth.

In deep sleep, the sound of Charlotte broke into Kennedy's ears like magic. The sound made his lower abdomen warm and his big hands slowly climbed up her back.

The kiss gradually deepened. In the silent night, Kennedy could almost hear his heart beating.

It was like fireworks blooming in the silent night.

He required for more. Charlotte could not sleep well, frowned and pushed him with hands.

Kennedy seized her wrist and turned over to press her body.

At this moment, Charlotte realized that something was wrong and slowly woke up from her dream.

The first moment she opened her eyes, she could not see anything in the darkness, but she could clearly feel a strong man on her body, and the man's lips were grasping hers. After she was stunned for ten seconds, Charlotte began to struggle in the bosom of Kennedy.

"Let me go...."

Kennedy laughed in a low voice, "Isn't it too late?"

It was Kennedy. Charlotte's body was stiff in situ, suddenly and forcefully she bit Kennedy.

Kennedy was in pain. Charlotte thought he deserved it, and then push his tall body away.