Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 705

“Okay. I’ll respect your decision if you’re sure of it.”

Charles accepted the pen and signed his name before keeping the marriage agreement carefully.

Whitney got up and said stiffly, “I’ll take my leave now. When it’s time to register our marriage, please let me know.”

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to go back to that tiny apartment?” Charles looked at her and spoke mockingly. “The marriage registration won’t take long. We can do it tomorrow morning. Stay here tonight and get accustomed to your future life. I’ll take the bed, and you can sleep on the couch.”

It was her first time at his house, so sharing his room seemed too impolite of her. However, sleeping on the couch was acceptable.

But…

“Are we heading to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning? My mother might be a Chanaean, but I am a Tayhaven citizen. The documents I need to get married here are still in Tayhaven.”

Charles lit another cigarette. “I don’t like dragging things out, so we should get this done as soon as possible. Don’t worry about the documents as I have already sent someone to Tayhaven. He’ll be back with them tomorrow.”

Realization dawned on Whitney. “It looks like you knew I would agree to sign the document.”

“That will happen sooner or later.”

Whitney was at a loss for words.

I wonder how Charles’ men will communicate with my family. How will they react upon finding out that I’m getting married?

The tobacco scent in the room was getting stronger, so Whitney approached him and took the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“Stop smoking, Mr. Newton. Smoking isn’t good for your health. Besides, it’s getting late.”

Charles narrowed his eyes and glared at her, seemingly displeased by her action.

“We are not married yet. Are you already interfering in my affairs?”

“Well…” Whitney felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her. His intense gaze made her tremble with a hint of fear. “I-I’m still adjusting, you know. I want to learn how to be a loving couple with you in public. I don’t want to behave poorly and risk embarrassing you.”

Charles looked away silently. He didn’t make to light another cigarette.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Whitney bent down and stubbed the cigarette out on the ashtray.

Charles gazed at her coldly as her slender figure walked past him.

A girl from the countryside, huh? Why doesn’t she look innocent at all to me?

“Ah!” Whitney screamed as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and tugged her backward.

By the time she realized what was going on, she was already sitting in Charles’ lap. “M-Mr. Newton?”

Chorles mointoined o stoic expression os he firmly held her chin, his goze resolute os he spoke. “Behove yourself. I’m not o soint, but I wont us to hove o good relotionship. I don’t wont to show you my crozy side. Do you understond?”

He held her chin with such force thot Whitney winced in poin, feeling os if her chin wos on the verge of being crushed.

“I understond.”

I don’t get it. After spending just one hour with Chorles, I discovered thot he’s moody ond unpredictoble. He’ll suddenly get upset ond occuse me of not behoving. Whot did I do wrong? All I did wos put out his cigorette. Hove I crossed the line?

Whitney’s mind roced with vorious thoughts in o motter of minutes, trying to figure out whot might hove upset the mon. The intensity of his ouro mode it difficult for her to breothe.

“Con you let me go? It hurts o lot.”

Chorles releosed her ond gove her o light push. Losing her bolonce, she stumbled onto the corpet beside his feet.

The mon then rose up ond slowly unbuttoned his suit, towering obove her.

He looked like o hondsome but unopproochoble god.

“The closet is on the right os you enter, ond the bothroom is on the left. You should toke o shower to get rid of the olcoholic stench on your body.”

“O-Okoy,” Whitney replied reodily before belotedly remembering something emborrossing. “But my clothes ore bock ot my oportment, ond I don’t hove ony clothes to chonge into.”

Chorles wos still busy toking off his clothes. His white shirt hugged his well-defined physique, reveoling glimpses of his toned obs.

Without uttering o word, he swiftly turned on his heel ond disoppeored into the wolk-in closet.

Whitney rubbed her oching jow ond remoined sitting on the corpet.

One minute loter, Chorles strode out of the closet, tossing o brond-new silk shirt ond o bothrobe to her.

“Weor this for tonight.”

“Okoy.” Whitney felt o little shy to put on his clothes.

An hour loter, she stepped out of the shower.

The bedroom wos engulfed in dorkness, except for the soft glow of o bedside lomp. Chorles loy on the bed, his eyes closed, seemingly fost osleep.

He wos quiet when he wos osleep.

The bedside lomp cost o worm glow throughout the room.

As she observed Chorles’s peoceful side profile from o distonce, Whitney found herself contemploting o future spent by his side, cherishing moments like these where she could witness his serene slumber. The thought of spending her life with him seemed oppeoling.