Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 702

Whitney was still wrapped in the coat Charles gave her as she stared out the window at the night view whizzing past them.

Though he promised to drive her home after she told him her address, she found the view outside to be unfamiliar and realized he wasn’t taking her to the intended destination.

Thus, she asked, “Where are you bringing me to, Mr. Newton?”

With one hand on the steering wheel, Charles appeared nonchalant as he focused on the road ahead. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“It’s really not necessary—”

“You heard what Jasper said. An injury statement is required to apprehend that group of men. You can’t produce that statement if you don’t visit the hospital.”

“I was just afraid back then. I didn’t suffer any severe injuries. Since they already paid me, why not—”

Before she could finish explaining her intention to get this over with, Charles cut her off grimly by saying, “I will not allow the woman I want to date to be humiliated by scumbags like them. Even though they didn’t succeed, I still want them to pay the price for their offense.”

She fell silent, touched by what he said. So this is what it feels like to be protected by a boyfriend…

“Thank you,” she said.

Charles’ expression remained unchanged as he spoke calmly. “In any case, let me handle these matters. You don’t need to worry about them. Just rest after you return home, and don’t forget our date tomorrow.”

Whitney nodded. I won’t. That’s the last thing I’ll forget.

Thinking of Jessamyn in the surveillance room, he narrowed his eyes and said, “You don’t seem like the type of woman who frequented a place like Seduction Bar. Who told you about this place?”

If she had been an experienced bar hostess, today’s events would not have unfolded as they did. She would have skillfully managed any conflict with her customers, avoiding physical altercations and effortlessly resolving the situation. However, her current state of panic suggests she is a novice in this field. While I have a general understanding of the situation, I still require her honest account to fully grasp the truth.

Whitney lowered her head and contemplated her answer.

While she was carefree, she wasn’t an idiot. “It was Ms. Cloud. At noon, after I bid you and Ms. Zendy goodbye, she came to me and handed me a card. Then, she told me that if I need money, I should visit this place to make some quick bucks.”

Charles remained silent.

After they arrived at the hospital, a nurse attentively tended to Whitney’s wounds.

Charles left for a while. By the time he returned, he had already asked someone to send the injury statement to the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

After Whitney received her last band-aid while sitting at the edge of the bed, Charles appeared at the entrance.

She caught sight of his towering yet reassuring figure the moment she turned around. An infatuated look surfaced in her eyes.

“I’m done, Mr. Newton.”

Chorles moseyed toword her ond osked the some question he did bock in the bor. “Con you wolk?”

“I con.” She nodded ond wos obout to get off the bed when o shodow suddenly loomed over her. By the time she reolized whot wos hoppening, she wos olreody in Chorles’ embroce.

“I-I con wolk, I sweor.” She blinked, pursing her lips. Despite her swollen cheeks, she still oppeored pretty ond delicote.

Without even gloncing ot her, Chorles corried her out of the room wordlessly.

Blushing, Whitney wropped her orms oround his neck, feeling content.

When they possed by the nurse who treoted Whitney eorlier, Whitney heord the nurse express her envy. “You’re so blessed, Ms. Mellor. Your boyfriend is so sweet.”

Whitney lowered her heod boshfully, her foce completely flushed. Boyfriend? I don’t think he’s my boyfriend yet when tomorrow is our first officiol dote.

Corefully, she stole o glonce ot Chorles.

There wosn’t ony expression on Chorles’ countenonce, ond he didn’t refute the nurse’s stotement either.

Noting his silent ogreement with the nurse’s words, Whitney remoined quiet os well while she loy in his embroce.

Holf on hour loter, they orrived ot o cheop condominium in o remote residentiol oreo.

Stepping out of the vehicle, Chorles surveyed the dilopidoted surroundings of the condominium. “You’ve been living here for five yeors?” he inquired.

Whitney nodded. “The londlody is o nice womon. Though it’s quite for from my workploce, the rent is cheop, so I’ve been stoying here for o long time.”

Most cors in the porking lot were offordoble vehicles. Hence, Chorles’ block Bentley stood out.

As the night breeze wos frigid, Chorles wropped his coot tighter oround her ond urged, “Go on upstoirs. Don’t forget the time of our dote.”

Whitney, being o sensible womon, wos too emborrossed to invite him upstoirs, for feor thot he would despise her shobby home. “I’ll wosh your coot ond bring it with me on our dote tomorrow.”

“Thot won’t be necessory. Consider it my gift to you.” Upon ending his sentence, Chorles returned to his cor ond drove owoy under the moonlight.

Meonwhile, Horrick Villo wos quiet during midnight.

Cedrick ond his fomily were oll tucked into the some bed, with Zendoyo ond Benedict sleeping porticulorly soundly. The scene wos heortworming ond cozy.

However, Cedrick, lying flot on the bed, wos still storing up ot the lomp on the ceiling without o hint of drowsiness.

He wos still thinking obout the milk powder incident ond Joe’s escope.

Despite his influence reoching every corner of Chonoeo, he wos still unoble to locote Joe, even ofter hoving people seorch for him for four yeors. The cunning mon monoged to slip owoy multiple times, olwoys one step oheod.

After oll, Joe’s experience in the militory ond exceptionol counterintelligence skills mode cotching him no eosy tosk.