Second Marriage

Chapter 201 Being Domineering

"Do you feel distressed for me?" Manfred curled his lips and said self-mockingly, "Will you feel more

distressed for me and give me a chance?"

Charlotte, "Manfred, you..."

"Just call me by my name. I don't want to be your brother, I'd rather you call me by my name."

Manfred had put the words clear. After that, he had just to wait for a chance. It would be of useless to

hurry. Before Charlotte said a word, he back away.

"You look pale today. Shall I give you a day off?"

He changed the topic, and Charlotte could only say, "No, I'm fine."

She just didn't sleep well; she wasn't sick.

"It's twenty minutes' drive to the company. It's still early. I'll drive slowly. Have a sleep in the car and I

will tell you when we arrive.”

Charlotte felt this proposal good, so she nodded and then leaned back in her chair and closed her

eyes.

Her heart was in a mess. As for what Manfred said, she thought at first he just wanted to involve her in

the struggle between the two brothers, but after he swore, she became confused.

If he really didn't mean it, why did he say that?

If he just wanted to convince her, he had no need to swear.

Her brain was confused, but her eyelid was heavy, soon she fell asleep.

In a few moments, her breathing became even.

While waiting for the traffic light, Manfred carefully watched her.

Charlotte's facial features were delicate. When she was asleep, her eyelashes looked particularly long

and thick. Her fair and tender eyes were surrounded by a faint black circle. Her eye sockets were

deeper that those when she came to the Moore family.

She seemed to have been losing weight ever since she got married. Her chin was so thin that her face

was no bigger than his hand.

Manfred sighed, could not help but reach out to remove the hair on her forehead and whispered, "I will

protect you in the future."

Charlotte seemed to have slept for a long time. Probably she remembered she was on the way to the

company, she asked if they had arrived when she woke up. And then she found they were in the

parking lot. Charlotte was shocked.

"We have arrived?"

Manfred smiled, "We just arrived, don't worry, you can be on time."

Charlotte took out her phone to watch the time. Manfred handed over a bag, "Eat before you go

upstairs."

"What is this?” Charlotte looked at the bag doubtfully, and then found that it was still warm. She opened

the bag and found a bag of hot milk and custard tart bread.

They were the food she liked, Charlotte’s eyes moved.

"Thank you, brother." Charlotte took the bag and said, "But I'd better go upstairs and eat. It's not

convenient here."

This was his car. If she ate here and got caught by others, they would be rumor.

"You still call me brother? I thought we agree that you call me by my name." Manfred smiled, like

inadvertently asked. Charlotte was embarrassed, how could she do that? Then she lowered her eyes

and did not answer.

"Forget it." Finally, Manfred heaved a sigh, "I should not force you and should give you time to adapt it.

Go up first."

"Thanks." Charlotte thanked him, opened the door and got off with the bag.

After returning to her department, Charlotte happened to meet some people moving things off her desk.

Several people nearby were talking about it. She paused for a few seconds, walked forward and asked,

"What are you doing? This is my desk."

Several men in suits deadpanned, "Ms. Wilson, it is on order of Mr. Kennedy."

Mr. Kennedy?

Charlotte remembered that he told her last night that he wanted her to go back to work with him. He

had left in the middle of the night, so Charlotte thought that it was over, but she did not expect that he

directly asked someone to take her things.

Charlotte suddenly felt angry.

In the middle of the night, they were entangling together. He was annoyed before he picked up the

phone, but he left after that. Before leaving, he asked her to wait for him to come back. However, he did

not come back last night.

She still had not seen him till now, but he sent someone to move her desk. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Why?

What on earth was going on?

"Don't move, I won't go." She said.

Several men stopped for a while, but did not do as she said. They said that this was the order of Mr.

Kennedy, and then were to go out. Charlotte stood at the door, blocking their way.

"I forbid you to remove my desk. You said this is Mr. Kennedy’s order. Where is here?"

"We only received orders, so..."

"So you did not see him, and since he didn't give you the orders himself, how do you know if it's true?

Leave my things alone, put them back where they are, and you can all get out."

"Well......"

They looked at each other and exchanged glancing. "I'm sorry, Ms. Wilson," they said. "It was an order

from Mr. Kennedy. We will get punished if we don’t do this.”

With that, one of them forcefully pulled Charlotte aside, and the others quickly left, carrying tables and

things.

Dumbfounded, Charlotte looked at this sudden scene.

He was domineering.

After they left, the man who grabbed her hand let go of her, and then said apologetically, "Sorry, Ms.

Wilson. We gotta go, as for other things, you can personally ask Mr. Kennedy."

Charlotte, "......"

After they left, the people in the department surrounded her.

"Wow, what's going on? Didn't it say yesterday that Mr. Manfred transferred you? Why does Mr.

Kennedy move your desks today? Where are they going to take your stuff?"

"Are they moving it upstairs? Charlotte, are you reinstated?"

"But isn’t Mr. Kennedy humiliating Mr. Manfred by doing this?"

"Yes, Mr. Manfred transferred you yesterday, and he reinstates you today. What was going on with

these two brothers?"

"What's your relationship with them, Charlotte? Are they in pursuit of you? Isn't it too happy? They're

the men all the girls at our company like. Though Mr. Kennedy is in a wheelchair, he has a pretty face.

If he could stand up, he will be perfect."

"He can't stand up, Mr. Kennedy is disabled, alas...... Charlotte, you'd better choose Mr. Manfred, at

least he's healthy."