Chapter 39:
The sharp voice startled Charlotte. She gripped her towel tighter and walked slowly toward Kennedy.
But she stopped when she was far away from him.
She bit her lower lip.
“What can I do for you?”
“Help me lie down.” Kennedy’s voice was cold, and there were no ripples in the eyes.
Charlotte was relieved. He had only asked her to help him lie down. That was fine.
However, he was wearing a bath towel that could easily fall off, so she asked, “Can I change my clothes before I help you? It’s just that… I forgot to bring my clothes.” Kennedy was silent, staring at her.
Charlotte picked up a corner of the towel and bit her lower lip. “Wait a minute, wait a minute,” she said.
He was still silent. Charlotte felt it was impossible to help him with the bath towel, so she moved slowly. Seeing that Kennedy did not move, she turned suddenly and ran to the bed, grabbed the clothes she had prepared beforehand and rushed into the bathroom.
A moment later, she ran back out. Her skirt hung askew from her body and her shoulder was showing. Charlotte pulled up her clothes and headed toward Kennedy, and by the time she reached him, she was dressed properly.
The whole process took less than a minute.
The speed was fast.
But her hair was disheveled.
Kennedy squinted, looking at the woman. She was barefoot and wearing light blue pajamas, medium quality. It was probably old, so the color was faded, which was not for her fair skin.
She felt this skirt lowered her temper.
Kennedy frowned and looked at her reluctantly.
Charlotte noticed his eyes and looked down at her skirt. She thought she knew what he was looking at. She felt a little embarrassed, blushed and bit her lower lip for a good while before she spoke.
“I’m done now. I’ll help you rest.”
With those words, Charlotte stepped forward and pushed Kennedy to the head of the bed.
After Kennedy got into bed, she kept looking up her skirt and said coldly, “Open the nightstand drawer.”
“What?” Charlotte was stunned at first, but soon nodded her head, bent down to open the nightstand drawer, and asked, “What do you want, Mr. Kennedy?”
Because in the company she called him Mr. Kennedy, so she always called him Mr. Kennedy.
The drawer was very tidy. There were some books, cards and watches.
“Turn the second book to page 205, and take out the card.”
“Okay.”
Without hesitation, she did as he told her. But to her surprise he remembered it so well.
Kennedy could be an obsessive person.
“Understood.” Charlotte pulled out the card and handed it to Kennedy.
Kennedy didn’t take it, but stared at her.
“Mr. Kennedy?”
“It’s for you.”
Charlotte looked at the card with surprise.
It was a bank card.
“For me?”
She hadn’t expected it to be a bank card.
Why did he give her a bank card?
“Mr. Kennedy?” Charlotte didn’t understand. She held the bank card tighter and looked at him with questioning eyes.
Kennedy’s smile brought a hint of sarcasm, “As Miss Moore, you’d better dress decently. There’s money inside. You know what I mean?”
No sooner had she said this than Charlotte’s face paled and she bit her lower lip.
“Are you criticizing me for not dressing nicely?”
“What, you think you’re dressed well?” said Kennedy in a terrible tone and looked down at her nightgown, which had been washed slightly pale.
Charlotte was so embarrassed that her lower lip was almost bleeding from the bite. She clenched the bank card tightly in her hand for a few minutes. “No need. I have a job now. As long as I get paid on time every month, I’ll have enough money to buy clothes. I don’t need your money.”
Then Charlotte put the bank card back on the bedside table.
“Take it.” Kennedy stared at her, “Now you don’t have any money.”
Charlotte finally burst out. “Yes! Now I don’t have any money, but so what? I didn’t steal or pilfer the clothes I was wearing. What’s wrong with this old man? Are you going to keep teasing me about it?”
“That’s enough.”
“Don’t push it, Kennedy!”
Charlotte clenched her fist, fire in her eyes.
As soon as she got angry, her calm eyes seemed to have spirit in them. They looked beautiful.
Kennedy looked at her with satisfaction, hands behind her back.
“What, I’m not telling the truth? Even though you’re not a real Miss Moore, you’re my assistant. If you dress like that, you’ll tarnish my image.”
“If you think I tarnish your image, go to Mr. Reynold’s and refuse to let him be your assistant.”
Charlotte’s lips were pale. She was still staring stubbornly into Kennedy’s eyes.
Kennedy sneered, “I didn’t refuse marriage, do you think I’ll refuse this?”
Charlotte was stunned.
Yes, he had accepted the woman Mr. Reynold had arranged for him, let alone his maid.Did he know something?
She looked him in the eye and asked, “Will you say yes to whatever Mr. Reynold asks of you?”
“What, try to get him to say something?”
Charlotte’s face changed and she shook her head. “No.”
“Take the card and go.” Kennedy’s face went cold and it was clear he didn’t want to talk to her.
She brought the subject back up and Charlotte angrily said, “I will not take your money.” With that, Charlotte turned and headed straight for her bed.
Kennedy, looking at her determined back, suddenly raised his lips, “Do you think there was a little money in it? Then I tell you for sure there’s ten million in it, it’s enough for you.”
Charlotte took a step with a violent jerk.
Kennedy narrowed his eyes-he wanted it now?
Charlotte turned away, grinding her teeth, “Ten million isn’t enough for me. I don’t care about the money.”
Kennedy raised his eyebrows, “Oh, yeah?”
“Then don’t string me along with this card, I don’t need it!” Charlotte said, ignored him and went to her little bed.
Damn it.
He grabbed his pajamas angrily, but a rough touch came from his hand. Charlotte lowered her head to look at her clothes in embarrassment.
The Moore Family was a big family. They were the upper class. The people beneath them in her eyes were like a joke through and through.
