Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife
Chapter 8 Pregnancy Check-up in Hospital

Charlotte was silent for a moment. She gazed at the maid.

She was clear that the maid deliberately did it.

Charlotte did not say anything. She just silently stood still and walked away.

"Do you really think that if you marry into the Moore family, you'll become a noble lady? If Mr. Kennedy doesn't like you, your status is literally inferior to a maid."

"Yeah, look at her. I heard that she slept in the doorway last night as she was chased out by Mr. Kennedy. If I were her, I'll quickly pack things and clothes to go home rather than continue staying here to play a fool."

"Does this kind of woman know what's playing a fool? They only recognize money in their eyes!"

When Charlotte was far away, she could finally refrain from hearing them talking about her anymore. Her face turned terribly pale. She covered her chest and slowly squatted down at the door. Why?

Why did she have to endure all this? Was it just because she had divorced once?

Charlotte buried her face in her knees. The mocking words of the maids, the scene that her parents forced her to marry Kennedy and the scene that night flashed through her mind... Charlotte's stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable. She jerked her head up.

No, no!

She must go to the hospital to do a check tomorrow.

She could not be pregnant, could not!

When Charlotte raised her head, the door of the room opened at the same time. Nathan pushed Kennedy's wheelchair out. Charlotte heard the sound and subconsciously looked over.

Kennedy just simply took a glance but was unexpectedly stunned by Charlotte's pair of tearful eyes. It was as if a small stone was casually thrown into a calm lake and caused ripples on the water surface.

Charlotte was not ugly. Her features were very outstanding while her eyelashes were long and curved. Her attractive eyes were like clear and fresh springs in which all the spiritual mana in this world was gathered in those eyes.

Nonetheless, the spring was perhaps an icy-cold spring.

It was because her eyes usually made others feel a cold and icy feeling. Her eyes did not show a kind of charm a woman should have.

But at this moment, her eyelashes were stained with tears. Her tear-reddened eyes made her looked quite weak and vulnerable.

And she looked so pitiful when she crouched there like a ball that people could not help but want to pity her.

The two of them stared at each other without uttering a word.

After a while, Charlotte spoke in a soft voice, "You... you want to go out?"

Her voice sounded hoarse with a strong nasal tone.

Unprecedentedly, Kennedy curled his lips into a line and nodded, "Yes."

"Okay."

Charlotte did not say anything else. She turned her head and lowered her eyes, staring at the tips of her feet.

Kennedy stared at her and his eyes gradually darkened.

"Didn't I say that you should not make an ass out of yourself here?"

Hearing that, Charlotte raised her head and looked at him timidly, "But we had agreed with this before. You also promised me, didn't you?" "Hmph," Kennedy sneered, "I promised you? When?"

Charlotte became speechless. It seemed that he really did not promise her anything. What he did that night was only leaving without returning. So, did she misunderstand him?

Thinking of this, Charlotte lowered her eyes and bit her lower lip.

"Before I replace her, I can let you stay here. However, we have to set some ground rules." Kennedy said out of the blue.

Charlotte jerked her head up, "Find who?"

Kennedy's eyes looked eerie and frightening, "You better don't ask what you shouldn't know."

Charlotte lowered her eyes again. Yeah, did the person he wanted to replace matter to her? Why did she ask this? Anyway, they were just the titular couple.

As long as he allowed her to stay there, everything would be fine.

"Alright, whatever, it's your call," Charlotte whispered.

"The bed is mine. You figure it out yourself where do you want to sleep."

"Your things can only be put in your suitcase, but not my cabinet."

"You're not allowed to touch me."

Well, she could still sleep on the floor if he did not allow her to sleep on the bed.

She could still buy herself a cabinet if he did not allow her to put things in his cabinet.

But he asked her not to touch him?

Charlotte raised her head and looked at him with a strange expression. Who would want to touch him?

Although Kennedy looked handsome, she, Charlotte was not a horny woman.

Thinking of this, Charlotte readily responded, "Okay, I agree with all of these."

"Nathan."

"Yes."

"Let's go."

Nathan pushed Kennedy's wheelchair and the two of them left.

Charlotte looked at their leaving figures and finally heaved a sigh of relief. Then, she slowly revealed a smile. Being able to set some ground rules with Kennedy literally meant that she was really allowed to stay here. Charlotte got up and took her suitcase into the room.

After Charlotte got up the next day, she dressed in inconspicuous clothes. Then, she put on a hat and went out.

When she reached the front door, she met Manfred who was about to go to the company.

"Charlotte? Are you going to the company to replace Kennedy? I'm also going there; do you need me to drive you there?"

Charlotte did not expect that she would meet him there. When she thought of the place she was going to later, she shook her head, "Thank you, Manfred. I'm not going to the company." "Oh? Then where are you going? I'll drive you there."

"No need. The place I'm going is in the opposite direction of the company, it isn't on your route."

"Okay then, take care of yourself."

Charlotte walked for a long time before she reached the roadside. After getting on the bus, she directly put on the mask.

She was really with a guilty conscience.

The result of the pregnancy test kit yesterday made her restless for a long time and she did not sleep well last night.

She hoped that the test result was wrong.

After arriving at the hospital, Charlotte went to take a number and line up. The people around her looked at her with a weird expression.

Charlotte coughed lightly, took her glasses out of her bag and put them on.

And this made others looked at her with an even weirder expression.

Just imagine a woman who came to the department of gynaecology and obstetrics with strange outfits. She even wore a hat, mask and glasses. It was as if she could not let anyone see her. The more Charlotte tried to keep a low profile, the more counterproductive it became. After all, wearing in such a manner in a public place, she would definitely draw much attention of others. It was finally her turn. When the doctor saw a person who only showed the eyes, the doctor could not help but frown, "What're you doing here? For a check-up?" Charlotte coughed lightly and reached out to pull her mask off, "Doctor, I'm here for a check-up."

"You make yourself look so mysterious... You're ashamed so you don't want to be seen by others?" The doctor casually asked a question and narrowed his eyes, "You work in that kind of career?" Hearing those words, Charlotte was flabbergasted. She obviously did not know what he meant, "Huh?"

"I'm asking you, are you working in that kind of career? You still can't understand what I mean?"

Charlotte thought for a moment and finally got what he meant, "Doctor, I..."

"You're accidentally knocked up? If this happens, you have to do an abortion." The doctor sighed, "Why you guys never care about your own bodies? Yesterday, there was a woman with the same career as you. She had been knocked up five or six times. How many abortions does she want to do in her life? Wouldn't she worry that her body can't withstand anymore?"

"I'm not..." Charlotte wanted to explain that she did not work in that kind of career but before she spoke, several people in black came in and this scared everyone inside.

Seeing people come in, Charlotte hurriedly put on the mask due to her guilty conscience and got up, planning to quietly escape from the door.

"Stop!"

But to her astonishment, the people in black were actually coming to replace her. Seeing her intending to leave, they directly stopped her.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐