Second Marriage

Chapter 309 Mr. Kennedy Has Left!

But looking around, she didn't find Kennedy on the stage. Charlotte felt flustered.

Nathan was here, but Kennedy was not. What was going on?

Was Nathan going to take her to Kennedy?

"Where are you taking me to, Nathan? Where is Kennedy?"

Nathan did not speak, but directly pulled her to the backstage.

"Mrs. Moore, Why are you here so late?"

Charlotte said, "I got an accident, so I'm late. He..."

"Mrs. Moore. Mr. Kennedy has been waiting for you all night!"

Had he? Charlotte turned pale on face and felt sorry. "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

She looked sad. Nathan said, "You are finally here, but it is too late."

"Too late? What do you mean?" Charlotte was confused.

Nathan said, “Mr. Kennedy left five minutes ago."

What? She was here and he had gone? Charlotte's face turned pale. "I was stopped outside five

minutes ago. I don't have an invitation, so I could not get in.”

"I know you have no invitation, so I wait at the door, but you did not come at the end of the party. I

thought you would not come, so I came in. Now Mr. Kennedy has left."

Charlotte did not know what to say, after all, she did not appear in time. She could not blame anyone.

"He may not have felt. Will you take me to him?"

Nathan thought and nodded, “Come with me."

So Nathan took her walk through the corridor, Charlotte endured discomfort and followed him, wishing

to see Kennedy at this moment.

Nathan took her to turn a corner and then opened a room. But Kennedy was not there.

"It seems that Mr. Kennedy has left!"

Charlotte bit her lower lip looking at the empty room. "Is he going to the parking lot? Take me to the

parking lot."

"All right, hurry up!”

Nathan took Charlotte to the direction of the parking lot, after all, as long as there was a chance, he

would try to take Charlotte to Kennedy. Kennedy’s expression and breath was wrong tonight. If Mrs.

Moore did not appear in front of him, he felt there was ominous presentiment.

As the reached the parking lot, they saw a car driving out. When Nathan was still in a daze, Charlotte

chased after that car.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Moore?”

After asking, Nathan noticed that was Kennedy’s car. His face changed and he ran after it, shouting,

“Mr. Kennedy!"

But the car was fast and far, so they did not catch up.

There seemed to be a thousand ants biting Charlotte’s heart, so she had been struggling to run

forward, hoping to catch up with Kennedy’s car, hoping that Kennedy could stop the car.

But the car was moving away from her until she could barely catch sight of it. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"Ah!"

Charlotte was tripped by her skirt and she fell down on the cold and hard ground.

"Mrs. Moore!” Nathan ran fast, but he was not as fast as the car, plus he heard Charlotte's cry of pain,

he had to run to Charlotte, “Mrs. Moore, are you all right?"

Charlotte fell to the ground. It was painful. She was pregnant and stretched out her hand to protect her

belly.

Her knees and arms were grazed and she was in terrible pain.

Charlotte's face had been pale.

She rolled over in pain and lay on the cold ground, clutching her belly.

There were a lot of times when she was glad she hadn't been pregnant for so long. Otherwise, it was

amazing how well her baby could have stayed in the womb.

Should she say that she was lucky that she didn't get hurt every time, or that the baby she was carrying

was tough?

"Mrs. Moore?" When Nathan squatted down to see her pale face, he suddenly found that there were

many wounds on her body, not only caused by the fall just now, but also other wounds, on the arms,

thighs, neck and mouth.

It was not much, but on her fair skin it was so red that it was shocking.

"What's wrong with you, Mrs. Moore? The accident you meant..."

Charlotte took a deep breath and held out her hand to Nathan. "Give me a hand."

Nathan hurriedly helped her up. Charlotte sat up and took a deep breath. She noticed that she got

some bruises and her belly was fine. Then she took a sigh of relief.

When she looked up again, the car was out of sight.

"Mr. Kennedy probably is back to the villa."

"Well, we can't catch up with him. Let's go back."

Charlotte looked up weakly at Nathan and said, "Could you please give me a ride?"

Nathan froze for a moment and then nodded, “Sure, I will send you back now."

Nathan helped her to stand up, “But do you want to go to a hospital to deal with these wounds? And

then we go back to H Villa?"

"No!" Charlotte shook her head, bit her lower lip, "Never mind, let's go back to H Villa. I will explain to

him before I deal with the wounds."

"Well......All right."

After getting into the car, Charlotte found that her knees were bleeding and her silver skirt was stained

with blood. She had an illusion of plum blossoms blooming in the snow. She looked down at the wound

and did not speak for a long time before reaching out to wipe the blood on the wound.

Seeing that, Nathan took out the tissue to her.

"Mrs. Moore, don't use your hands, there will be bacteria. Wipe it with tissue and then I will get a doctor

to H Villa."

"Thank you."

Charlotte took the tissue, and then took it out to wipe the blood.

Nathan had a lot of words to ask Charlotte. He wanted to ask her what happened, why did she have so

many wounds?

But he could not say a word.

It was as if he was poking at her wounds.

Alas, he hoped when Mr. Kennedy saw these wounds, he could forgive Mrs. Moore.