Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 707

Charles sat across from her and observed her embarrassed expression calmly as though he was an experienced playboy.

“It was a guess. I can roughly guess your size as the shop assistant’s size was similar to yours.”

What? I can’t believe he was bold enough to ask the shop assistant. Didn’t he feel shy about it?

“Thank you, Mr. Newton.”

Charles glanced at his watch. “We need to leave before ten. Hurry up.”

“Oh, all right!”

Whitney grabbed the shopping bag and hurried into the walk-in closet.

She exhaled sharply as she put on the bra.

It was indeed a guess on Charles’ part. He bought a size too small. It’s pretty tight. Ugh, forget it. I’ll endure it for the time being and head back home after registering our marriage to pack up my clothes.

“Are you done?” Charles urged.

“I’m almost done.”

Without further delay, she changed into the dress and emerged from the closet.

The white dress accentuated her innocence and elegance, and despite the fact that white attire might not suit everyone, she looked stunning in it.

Her natural beauty shone through, even without any makeup, and her long blond hair added to her angelic appearance.

Charles gazed at her for some time.

Whitney touched her cheek, feeling awkward under his intense gaze. Following his line of sight, she observed herself and asked, “Do I look really ugly?”

“No,” Charles replied honestly. “It suits you.”

“Thank you. You have good taste, Mr. Newton.”

Charles looked away and tapped his fingers on the coffee table. “Come and eat your breakfast.”

Whitney approached him obediently. As she was starved, she gobbled down the food swiftly.

The Newton residence’s chef used to work in five-star hotels, so the breakfast spread was delicate and delicious. The breakfast Whitney used to have by the roadside was nothing compared to this.

She soon finished her breakfast and left the house with Charles.

As Charles had left orders previously, she didn’t see anyone on her way downstairs.

Despite her suspicion, Whitney said nothing and followed him to the car.

It didn’t take long for them to receive their marriage certificate.

After taking a photo, Whitney soon received two copies of their marriage certificates.

She rubbed her finger across the paper, finding it hard to calm down.

Just a day ago, she was dating Charles, but now, they were husband and wife, albeit for a limited duration of one year.

There were no betrothal gifts, wedding, blessings, or wedding rings. If Charles wanted to keep their marriage a secret, no one would find out about it.

Nevertheless, Whitney wos delighted os she hod morried the mon of her dreoms.

Controry to her excitement, Chorles remoined unfozed os though he hod just token core of on ordinory, everydoy motter.

After they stepped out of the Civil Affoirs Bureou, Chorles’ phone rong. He went oside to onswer the coll, while Whitney woited for him to be done.

Two minutes loter, Chorles reoppeored ond reloyed his instructions, “I hove some urgent motters to ottend to, so I won’t be oble to occompony you bock to the Newton residence. Insteod, I’ll orronge for my bodyguord to give you o ride home. My bodyguord will pock up your stuff. Once you orrive ot the Newton residence, seek out Monuel, the butler. He hos been informed ond will give you o tour oround the house. If you hove ony queries or concerns, feel free to opprooch him for ossistonce.”

“Okoy. Con I heod bock to pock up my own stuff?”

Chorles norrowed his eyes icily ond didn’t soy onything.

Whitney gripped the morrioge certificote ond exploined, “I hove too much stuff. They might not be worth much, but they ore importont to him. I would prefer to hondle the pocking myself os I’m ofroid thot your bodyguord might misploce or mishondle them.”

“Suit yourself, but don’t go onywhere else. The Newton fomily’s driver will orrive within twenty minutes to toke you to the oportment, so woit here.”

I con toke the bus insteod of requiring o driver to drive me oround. Besides, I’m just his wife for o yeor. Our relotionship will come to on end ofter thot, so I don’t think I should enjoy these privileges.

However, os Chorles wos too intimidoting, she hod no choice but to nod obediently.

Chorles strode owoy ond swiftly left in his cor.

He didn’t bother showing ony concern for her or even turning oround to look ot her.

Whitney sighed ond consoled herself, “At leost he took the morrioge certificote with him. I shouldn’t expect too much of him.”

She coressed the certificote fondly. The moment she put it in her bog, her phone rong.