Chapter 237:.
Charlotte was still entangled. And she noticed that Kennedy was talking playfully. She lifted her head to look at him and found that meaning in his eyes.
Obviously, he did it on purpose!
Charlotte bit her lower lip and snorted, “I don’t need you to help me, I’ll apply myself up front.”
With that, she headed straight for the medicine.
Kennedy reached out to pull her hand to his chest and held her waist with one hand, “What part of your body haven’t I touched, and are you still shy?”
Hearing that, Charlotte’s eyes widened, “You…”
“Hurry up, I’m going to take a bath after this.” Kennedy urged her again. Seeing that she didn’t flinch, he curved his lips and said in a charming voice, “Do you want me to take it off?”
Charlotte glared angrily at him, “Let go of me.”
Kennedy refused and Charlotte could only plead with him in a low voice, “You’re touching my wound with your hand on my waist.”
Hearing that, Kennedy blurted out somewhat forcefully, “Since you’re in pain, hurry up, I’ll help you with the medicine.”
As the words rang out, Charlotte had not responded. Kennedy impatiently undid the button on her clothes.
Charlotte was wearing a blue button down shirt today. When his hand reached up to unbutton her shirt, she held her unruly hand and said, “I can do it myself.”
Having been rebuffed by her for many times, Kennedy was now disgruntled. He narrowed his eyes staring at her, “Say it again?”.
Charlotte, “……”
Never mind, just watch.
At last Charlotte closed her eyes and let him remove her clothes with an expression of tragedy.
Her chest felt cool, Charlotte removed her clothes. Kennedy curved his lip as he saw her solemn expression and her body trembling.
He really wanted to apply the medicine, because there was nothing else he could do for her with the wounds all over her body.
Charlotte closed her eyes and waited for quite a while, until she felt a finger with a cold ointment on her wound rubbing gently. She opened her eyes to find Kennedy lowering her head, earnestly squeezing the ointment, sticking it on her fingers and applying it.
He acted carefully. When he touched her wound, he was very gentle for fear of hurting her.
“Kennedy likes you.”
Suddenly, the words Annie said to her at a meal in the evening came to her mind. Charlotte looked at the back of Kennedy’s neck and felt happy.
It was okay that she didn’t like him.
As long as he cared about her.
And she would do the rest.
Charlotte thought about it and her lips involuntarily quirked into a smile.
Kennedy applied herself more, but she sensed that this woman was calm as well as a fiery line of sight.
He looked up and met her eyes.
Before she could see him clearly, Charlotte moved her eyes in panic, like a deer in the woods meeting a hunter. She was frightened and wanted to run away, but she backed away.
“Were you looking at me?” Kennedy asked in a cold voice.
Charlotte nervously shook her head and shook her head and shook her head, but Kennedy obviously wasn’t buying it. He pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes, “I saw that. You still won’t admit you like me?”
“I…” Charlotte’s lips trembled, but she still couldn’t say a word.
She still didn’t have the courage to admit that she liked him. If she did, would he laugh at her?
Would he dislike her if he knew she cared for him, assuming he had the slightest affection for her now?
Thinking about this, Charlotte gritted her teeth and was unwilling to say so.
Kennedy just wanted to have her answer. But every time the question came up, this woman would always go ‘I don’t like you’, or just shut her mouth.
“Okay.” She let go of his hand and continued to apply the medicine, saying coldly, “I don’t like you anyway.”
Charlotte didn’t get angry, because today her heart was sweet.
There were still months left, maybe Kennedy would like her a little more with more time!
After applying the medicine, Kennedy threw the medicine at her, “Done, go to sleep.”
His voice was cold and his eyes were tsundere. Charlotte caught the medicine and went to put on her clothes. Kennedy pressed her hand, frowning, “You’ve been wearing these clothes for a day, go change before you go to bed.”
Hearing that, Charlotte’s eyes turned bright like a star shining inside her.
Kennedy froze and then said in a ruthless voice, “I don’t care about you, I just don’t want your wound to deteriorate, it will affect work, understand?”
“Agreed.” Charlotte nodded, but her eyes were still glowing, which unsettled Kennedy.
Then Charlotte got up with the medicine and changed her clothes. Then she went to bed and paid no attention to what Kennedy was doing.
That night she had a dream.
Kennedy was whispering words of love in her ear, pulled out the pair of pink earrings, and put it on her personally, then dropped his fine one on the back of her neck.
“Charlotte, you are mine.”
Kennedy in the dream felt like a man who had loved her for years. His cold eyes became deep and soft. Charlotte felt happy in this dream, but her arm ached.
She came to her senses again and found Kennedy incredibly using a knife to cut her arm, then her blood oozed out. Charlotte exclaimed and asked him why he was covering her arm.
Kennedy looked at her coldly and said in a cold voice.
“You don’t deserve my love.”
He then cut himself with a knife. Charlotte was frightened and screamed loudly. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and sat up.
It was sunny outside. Charlotte looked around, only to find that it had been light. And what had just happened was her dream.
Charlotte let out a sigh of relief and then wiped the sweat from her forehead.
It scared the hell out of her.
She thought it was real, but it was a dream.
But Kennedy in the dream scared her as much as in reality.
Calmed down, Charlotte got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face and then looked at herself in the mirror.
She wasn’t beautiful, she was just an ordinary woman. She didn’t like to dress up and her figure was not attractive. But Kennedy was handsome. Was that dream a sign of something?
