Chapter 87:
The door was closed, and the large conference room was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.
Especially Charlotte’s, right now she was in shock, so her breathing was extremely unsteady.
The two maintained their original posture for a long time. Charlotte heard the vibration coming from Kennedy’s chest, and her clear, cold words reached her ears.
“How long do you want to sit?”
Charlotte gasped, reacted fiercely, and lifted her head.
Kennedy casually lowered her head.
Charlotte’s body was covered by her ample clothing. When she raised her head, only her face was visible. The corners of her eyes were still red, looking pitiful.
Kennedy’s heart seemed to be held by a pair of hands. His thin lips tightly pursed, a moment later, he said in a cold voice, “Am I handsome?”
Charlotte came to her senses. The anger that had arisen earlier had been chased away by those people, and now her heart pounded, fearing that someone else might approach and push open the door.
Kennedy seemed to read her mind and said quietly, “Nathan will be outside. If you don’t want to put clothes on, can we continue?”.
Charlotte: “……”
Two seconds later, she quickly adjusted her suit to her body and got out of it. Since she had to avoid standing naked in front of Kennedy, her movements were extremely awkward.
The soft, boneless little hand pressed against her body for a long time before she stood up.
Then she turned and trotted barefoot toward the door.
Kennedy’s suit on her body was as if a child were wearing the clothes of an adult. Kennedy closed her eyes slightly, stretched out her hand and wrinkled her brow. Damn it, what was wrong with him today?
Charlotte picked up the clothes, and discovered that inside was a light orange skirt, luscious and lovely, but not tasteless.
But, this large conference room had no place to cover her, where could she go to change her clothes?
At this thought, she froze.
Kennedy’s unhappy voice was heard from behind her.
“If you keep wasting time, I don’t mind opening the door for others to come and see you.” Charlotte reached for her clothes and bit her lower lip.
Indeed, he was a bad man.
She got up and kept her distance from Kennedy. She changed her clothes in a corner, her back to him.
When he finished changing, he turned back to Kennedy with the suit in his arms.
“Give it back.”
Kennedy scoffed and gave her a cold look, “You put it on, I don’t want it anymore.”
Hearing this, Charlotte unconsciously grabbed the suit and bit her lips, “I’m not dirty.”
“You still mean you’re clean?” Kennedy was still worried about what was going on between her and Manfred, as well as why she was wearing the clothes he had bought.
But now she wore a new skirt. The light color brought out her fair skin.
Kennedy felt a lump in her throat and chided herself in her heart. Then he slid the wheelchair away and said, “What a rude woman.”
Charlotte turned red and looked back at him. “I’m not rude!” he ignored her.
Charlotte said again, “You really don’t want the suit?”
“Throw it away!”
The merciless words crashed like ice. The door to the conference room opened, Nathan stood in the doorway, walked over and pushed Kennedy out.
Charlotte was left alone in the conference room. She looked at the suit in her hand, and the strength in her hand weighed.
This suit looked very expensive, but she said she didn’t want it. The reason was that she had worn it.
She thought she was dirty, didn’t she? Charlotte’s face paled slightly. If she really thought she was dirty, then why did she want…… thinking about this, she stopped thinking.
“Charlotte, you should stop thinking about this kind of bad man, he can’t do anything but make fun of you!”
Since he didn’t want the suit, it was better to throw it away as he wanted. Charlotte was so angry that she directly threw the suit into the trash can.
The trash can in the conference room only had paper in it, so it wasn’t dirty.
Charlotte put on her shoes and left the conference room.
Five minutes later, the petite figure returned, walking with hesitant steps toward the trash can. Charlotte looked at the suit and bent down to pick it up again.
Charlotte left the meeting with the suit in her arms.
At the same time, Kennedy saw this scene on the monitor in his office.
Nathan, who was behind him, spoke on Charlotte’s behalf: “Assistant Wilson seems to care quite a bit about this suit. Even though she lost it, she came back to pick it up.” Kennedy did not respond.
“Mr. Kennedy, that suit is one of a kind, do you really not want it?”
Kennedy’s fingertips twitched, and his voice was cold and arrogant, “It’s dirty, who wants it?”
Nathan, “The conference room trash cans are cleaned every day, and it’s just the paper that was in it, it’s not dirty.”
“Damn it, trash cans are trash cans, how can it be clean?”
Nathan: “……”
But Mr. Kennedy was misophobic. Since the suit was thrown in the garbage can, how could he put it back on?
Charlotte went back to her station and put the suit in a bag. If he said it was dirty, she would wash it before returning it to him.
The day passed quickly. At the end of the day, Charlotte took the bag downstairs. As she got up, she bumped into Kennedy, who was leaving the office, and unconsciously hid the bag behind her.
All these actions were seen by Kennedy’s eyes. He looked at her coldly and withdrew his gaze. “Assistant Wilson, off duty, huh?” Nathan greeted Charlotte with a smile on his face.
Seeing him smile, Charlotte also flashed a smile and nodded her head. “Go down in the elevator together.” said Nathan again.
Sitting in the wheelchair, Kennedy frowned, what was wrong with Nathan, had he forgotten what had happened earlier?
“No, no need, I ……”
“Come on, you’ll have to wait a while if you don’t leave now.” Charlotte had to follow them to the elevator.
After the elevator door closed, Charlotte stood alone in a corner, and tried to hide the bag. But Kennedy’s low, cold voice suddenly rang out, “Didn’t I tell you to throw the suit away?”
