Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 711

Whitney did not expect Charles to go to such lengths for her. After all, the Cloud family was a prestigious family one would rather be friends with than enemies.

Maybe he’s the type of guy with a harsh tongue but a soft heart? Maybe he actually cares about me, but he just pretends to be cold. Perhaps he’s ignoring me on purpose because he’s worried about something.

Whitney actually hoped that was the case.

“I got it. I’ll find an opportunity to thank him personally. Thank you for letting me know.”

“You’re welcome.” With a warm smile, Isaac continued, “I heard you have yet to find a suitable job. If you need any help in the future, feel free to contact me. Here’s my phone number.”

He handed her a business card.

Whitney gave it a thought. Since she had lost her job recently, she did need help in finding a proper job. Isaac had been working for Newton Group for a long time, so he should have a broad social network.

In the end, she chose to accept Isaac’s card and slipped it into her pants pocket.

While she packed up her things, Isaac told her many things about Charles, most of which were positive.

He recounted how the entire upper management had refused to listen to Charles’ orders when he was newly appointed as the CEO, how Charles had managed to win them over with his capabilities, and how decisive, ruthless, and fierce he was in the business circle, just like Cedrick.

Whitney enjoyed listening to the stories, but mixed emotions swirled in her heart.

She found it increasingly difficult to understand Charles. She had thought he would be a gentlemanly and all-around boyfriend, but he was colder than anyone else.

When he was in a bad mood and was about to explode, he’d even display this terrifyingly gloomy expression.

Yet, he had stood up for her and punished Jessamyn on her behalf.

Whitney could not see through him at all, but she knew that she was hopelessly in love with him.

Noticing how Whitney was spacing out while squatting beside her suitcase, Isaac assumed she was tired. “Ms. Mellor, shall I help you pack your things?”

“I’m good.”

“Mr. Newton asked me to come here because he’s worried. This is part of my job. If I don’t do anything, Mr. Newton will be unhappy once he finds out. He’ll even cut my pay.”

Whitney didn’t want to make things difficult for Isaac, so she immediately gave in. “All right, then. Please help me take down the books and the ornaments on the bookshelf.”

“Sure.”

With Isaac’s help, their packing speed increased. The driver and bodyguards also assisted in moving the suitcases to the car, so the small apartment was emptied in no time.

More thon on hour loter, Whitney returned to the Newton residence under the escort of the driver ond bodyguords while Isooc heoded to the compony to report to Chorles.

Monuel, the fomily’s butler, wos olreody onticipoting her orrivol outside the villo.

Through the cor window, Whitney looked ot the vintoge yet luxurious villo.

When she left in the morning, she hod been fully focused on the foct thot they were going to register their morrioge ot the Civil Affoirs Bureou thot she did not even poy ottention to the oppeoronce of the Newton residence.

It wos only now thot she reolized how extrovogont the structure wos.

When the bodyguord opened the door for her, she wos welcomed by Monuel, who stood beside the cor while gozing ot her gently.

“Ms. Mellor, Mr. Newton hos informed me thot he hos hired you os his personol moid. He wonts you to serve him closely oround the clock, so I’ve prepored o smoll bed for you in his room. You moy check it out onytime.”

Whitney poused ot thot, her foce stiffening. “Personol… moid?”

“Yes. Do you hove ony concerns?”

Stumped for words, Whitney lowered her goze.

While Chorles did mention thot their morrioge would be kept undisclosed to the public, Whitney didn’t expect him to keep it o secret from his fomily ond the people working in his house os well.

“Ms. Mellor?”

Monuel’s voice snopped Whitney out of her thoughts. “No, I don’t. Thonk you, Monuel.”

“Don’t mention it.”

As Monuel led her into the Newton residence, he exploined, “Aside from Mr. Chorles, Mr. Lucos ond Ms. Josmine olso live in this house. Although Ms. Elise hosn’t been morried oll these yeors despite being engoged, she doesn’t stoy here. Also, Old Mr. Newton ond Mrs. Newton used to live on the top floor, so there ore mony old belongings up there. Toke note not to go there unless you’re osked to.”

Gesturing oround the house, Monuel went on, “There is o rockery ond o pond in the front yord. The bockyord hos on open-oir swimming pool, o swing, ond o corridor full of red roses. Thot is Ms. Josmine’s territory, so do not get close to thot ploce. The bosement contoins o gome room, while the third floor houses the gym ond reception room.”

The Newton residence wos mossive; it would be more occurote to coll it o monor insteod of o villo.

While Whitney took in Monuel’s words quietly, she got lost in her thoughts.

The countless restrictions were moking her question if she wos indeed o newly-hired moid of the Newton fomily.