Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife
Chapter 118 Don't Put Yourself Down

As she pushed him away, his long figure lay down on her side and whispered, "Are you a dog? You always bite me."

She was awake now, her heart racing as she realized what Kennedy had done to her, and she bit her lower lip and questioned him in the darkness. "Why do you come to me? Don't you have your own bed?" After that, Charlotte felt and touched to confirm that she was on the floor.

Kennedy sneered, "You took my quilt away."

Charlotte, "... You don't have to come and sleep on the floor with me, do you?"

Kennedy, "I go to where the quilt is."

Charlotte, "What did you do just now?"

Even if he did do it for the quilt, why did he do that?

"Perform conjugal duties."

Charlotte, "......'

Kennedy's hand caressed her waist, his tall body got closer and his warm breath lingered around her.

Charlotte unconsciously became nervous, pressed his big unruly hands and shouted, "What are you doing now? Go back to your own bed."

"Have you ever seen a couple sleep in separate beds?" Kennedy did not pay attention to her words. His hands easily broke free of her restraint. Then he picked up the corner of her clothes and probed into it. "We slept in separate beds before, so why chanced all of a sudden?"

As her words just fell, the pair of big hands that moved upward between her waist paused. Then Charlotte felt Kennedy's breath cold down, "Chanced all of a sudden?"

Charlotte nodded.

Kennedy said, "So you do not want to change at all?"

Charlotte suddenly did not know how to answer him. She wanted to tell him something in her heart, but she could not say it for the time being. She could only keep silent.

In the dark she heard Kennedy's breathing rising and falling. He seemed angry.

"So you don't want to sleep with me?"

Charlotte, "I..."

"You are a woman of second marriage, what is it about your grievance?"

Before she could finish her words, Kennedy said harsh words again. Charlotte helplessly closed her eyes.

Well, he was more irritable than she thought.

He took back his hands. Charlotte felt empty in heart. She could only silently turned over her body. Originally she was to want to occupy the quilt alone.

But knowing that he was sleeping here with her, she only covered one corner of the quilt and gave the rest to him.

After that, she couldn't sleep.

The sound of breathing behind her rose and fell and did not calm down in the middle of the night.

It was not until dawn that Charlotte got up. Seeing that Kennedy was still lying beside her, she asked in a low voice, "Do you want to get up? Shall I help you?" After asking, Charlotte froze.

How did Kennedy get to her bed last night? He had a problem with his legs. Was it Nathan who helped him after she fell asleep?

But Charlotte now did not want to pursue these. What she needed to face was how to get Kennedy back to the wheelchair.

Hearing that, Kennedy suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her sharply.

"No."

Charlotte, "... Then how do you get up?"

"It's none of your business."

Charlotte, "OK, I go wash my face first."

After that, Charlotte went directly to the bathroom.

Listening to sound she was brushing teeth in the bathroom, Kennedy sneered lying in bed.

Charlotte came out and found Kennedy sat up supporting by his hand. Then he said coldly to her with arms folded on chest, "Come and help me." After a pause, Charlotte walked over to him.

She pushed the wheelchair in front of him. "Shall I help you up?"

After that, she slowly squat down, and Kennedy's hand on her shoulder and helped him up.

Kennedy did not refuse. He suddenly asked, "Do you dislike me?"

"Huh?" Charlotte did not understand what he said.

"Because I'm a cripple?"

Hearing that, Charlotte took a stunned look at him. The strength in her hands disappeared, and both of them fell back to the quilt.

"Sorry..." Charlotte's face turned pale. She hurriedly helped him up again, "Is it hurt?"

Kennedy fixed his cold eyes on her, "Answer my question."

"What?" He seemed to ask her whether she disliked him because he was a cripple?

"No." Charlotte showed an embarrassing smile.

Her hand was seized by Kennedy. His tall body slightly leaned over and his breath surrounded her, "Because I am disabled, so you dislike me? don't want to share my bed, don't want to have sex with me?"

Charlotte,

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Her was stunned and she stared helplessly at Kennedy.

What was wrong with him? He was weird in these days.

And he asked her if disliked him.

She thought she had no qualification to dislike others.

"No!" Charlotte shook her head and directly denied his inquiry. "I won't dislike you."

"Really?" Kennedy stared at her, seemly to see if she told the truth. Charlotte took a deep breath and raised up her face, "Stop that, I help you up first."

Charlotte spent a lot of effort to help Kennedy sit back on the wheelchair. She was tired, panting.

After Charlotte straightened her back, her eyes finally looked straight at Kennedy.

"Kennedy."

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"You don't have to look down on yourself, so what if you're in a wheelchair! You are still who you are. Nobody can change you. You are still the unique one in the world. There won't be another one like you in the world, ok?"

She looked at him with clear, sincere eyes as she spoke.

She said it out after consideration, so that people would not feel any sincerity and malice.

Kennedy was moved.

It was like suddenly seeing a splash of warm sun in the depths of winter.

She continued, "No matter what, there will always be someone doesn't like you. I think you're pretty good already. Kennedy, don't put yourself down."