Chapter 212
Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife
âCome closer.â
Charlotte took another small step forward. âMr. Kennedy?â
Kennedy looked at the woman who was eight steps away from him, he said with sarcasm, âI will give you five seconds, you better walk to my front right away.â
âFive.â
âFour.â
Charlotte suddenly lifted her eyes to stare at Kennedy. She did not expect that he counted. After hesitation, Charlotte stood in his front when he called the last number.
As the voice disappeared, the breath of Kennedy suddenly became cold, âDamn it, how dare you make me wait!â
Charlotteâs face changed slightly. âMr. Kennedy, I...Ah.â
Her wrists were violently clasped before she could finish her sentence, and the next moment she was forcibly pulled into Kennedyâs arms. He pinched her chin and his stormy kiss fell on her lips.
Charlotte fell into his arms and sat on his lap, being covered by his domineering masculine aura.
Her mouth was occupied by his lips and tongue. Kennedy kissed her hard and took each inch of her mouth, absorbing her breath.
She wanted to struggle, but she could not move and could only allow him to do that.
A few minutes later, Kennedy suddenly stopped, pinched her chin and stared fiercely at her red lips.
âDo you forget who you are when I donât do something to you?â
Although he kissed very hard, Charlotte did not lose her sanity. Perhaps the time was too short, so she could retain her sanity.
Charlotte and Kennedy looked at each other. His dark eyes were as deep as the sea, and his anger was rolling on the sea like the waves. Charlotte blinked her eyes and said in a soft voice, âOf course I know who I am.â
âThen tell me, who are you?â
Charlotte smiled softly, âMr. Kennedy, why donât you ask yourself? I am whoever you think I am.â
Kennedy, â...â
Damn it.
He was mad at her, and she still looked calm?
âCharlotte, are you forcing me to be angry with you?â With that, Kennedy pinched her shoulder tightly, Charlotte felt in pain and frowned. Her lips moved, as if she was to cry out.
Kennedy looked at her sharply, âWhat? Even so, you are still calm?â
Charlotte suddenly came back to her mind. He was to stimulate her, but she had already made up her mind. She closed her eyes and said, âIf it is enough, can you let go of me?â
A burst of long silence later, Kennedy shouted, âLet go? Not in this life.â
With that, he lifted her clothes up. His rough action frightened Charlotte. She pressed his reckless hand, âWhat do you want to do?â
Kennedy looked at Charlotte, finally she was anxious. He asked abominably, âAre you afraid now? Arenât you indifferent? I really thought you didnât care.â
â......â Charlotte panted, holding his hand. âMr. Kennedy. I still have a lot of work to do.
âStop that.â With strength, Kennedy was to lift up her clothes. Charlotte was worried, panting, âKennedy!â
Kennedy finally stopped. He scoffed aloud, âCall me again.â
He could not help but curl his lips. Charlotte was speechless, certainly he did not call him again. Kennedy continued his move and had evil eyes, âYou are stubborn, huh? Call me or not?â
Charlotte shivered and called again, âKennedy, what do you...what do you want?â
âOh, perform conjugal duties.â
His large, hot hands were like red-hot iron seared into her skin, and Charlotte tried to calm herself outwardly while her heart beat wildly.
âAs I told you before, Iâm pregnant now, I canât...canât...â
Kennedy stopped and narrowed his eyes.
He forgot she was pregnant.
Seeing the he stopped she thought he would let her go, but he touched her belly.
Time had passed for a long time, but Charlotteâs abdomen only humped a little. When Kennedyâs hand fell on her belly, Charlotte was scared that he would do anything to the child.
For a moment, Kennedyâs big warm palm was just covering there and he had no other move.
After a few moments he asked in a hoarse voice, âDonât you regret giving birth a child to that man?â
Charlotte, â......â
The child was not Aldrichâs, what should she say? She lowered her eyes, with her eyelashes quivering slightly.
âYou donât understand.â
âOh, why donât I understand?â
âYouâre a man, you wonât be pregnant, you donât know a motherâs heart.â
Seeing her like this, Kennedy suddenly remembered his mother and thought of her look when she was dying. His eyes became dark, and he buried his head in Charlotteâs neck.
Before his mother died, she asked him to go back to the Moore family. Kennedy had resentment. That man took his mistress to his family and drove his mother out. Why his mother gave birth a child to that man?
His mother held his hand, looking at him with a smile.
âKennedy, I gave birth to you not for him, but for you.â
At that time Kennedy was shock. He was confused and narrowed his eyes, âFor me?â
Annie heard that and sighed, âYes, Kennedy, do you think my sister did it for your father? What is he? She did it mainly for you. She carried you in her belly for ten months. Although you have blood from your father, you have blood from your mother too. You are one when you were conceived. As a mother, she would not be so cruel to abort her child.â
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Kennedy, â...â
Kennedyâs mother was Annieâs sister, named Bonnie Porter.
Short after marrying Kennedyâs father, he betrayed her and took his mistress to the family. Bonnie was angry, divorced him and left the family. But later she found she was pregnant. At that time Annie had advised Bonnie to have abortion, but Bonnie desperately protected him.
Then she gave birth to Kennedy.
Precisely, Charlotteâs experience was almost the same as Bonnie, but Bonnie was still different with Charlotte. Bonnie did not marry again, but brought up Kennedy alone, while Charlotte married Kennedy.
That was why Kennedy could not accept Charlotte at the beginning. He did not want a woman abandoned by other man, moreover, he thought she was stupid to give birth to that man.
But she desperately protected her child, which reminded him of his mother, and... she was not physically fit for an abortion, which was why the child had been kept.