Whitney unconsciously tightened her grip around his neck as her cheeks blushed.
She felt a sense of joy as he naturally referred to her as his wife.
The experience was both real and dreamy.
Manuel was the first to snap out of his daze among the three people. “That’s wonderful! Congratulations, Mr. Newton! Congratulations, Whit—Wait, that’s not it. I meant Ms. Mel—Mrs. Newton!”
Haisley glared at Whitney, who was in Charles’ embrace. Her heart clenched from intense envy, and her mind went blank from anger.
In her eyes, Whitney was no better than her. In fact, Whitney’s educational background was worse than hers. The former’s only redeeming qualities were probably her beauty and good figure.
Yet, Charles chose to marry Whitney.
Before long, Haisley noticed something was off. “I don’t believe it! If that’s really the case, why didn’t she say so when I asked her before this? Even she herself claimed she was your personal maid.”
Charles explained, “During the first two days of our marriage, I upset her, so she was messing with me. It’s how we spice up our marriage. Do you think you have a say in this?”
Haisley couldn’t find a suitable retort to that.
Laura’s cries grew louder as a wave of despair and remorse engulfed her. “If only I had known that Whitney was Mrs. Newton, I would have never singled her out with Haisley. I’ve learned from my mistake!”
Charles was tired of listening to their noisy complaints. He carried Whitney into the villa and said, “Manuel, punish them with the maximum penalty according to the contract. Plus, order them to pack up their things and leave the Newton residence tonight. I don’t want to see them again after this.”
“Yes, sir. Don’t worry.”
Charles left while carrying Whitney in his arms without sparing another backward glance at both sobbing women.
Whitney quietly nestled in his embrace. Occasionally, she would lift her head to peek at him. It feels great to be protected by him! How wonderful it’ll be if he continues to be nice like this!
Whitney tentatively reached out and gently pinched Charles’ soft cheek to confirm if he was real.
Charles lowered his gaze. “What are you doing?”
“Mr. Newton’s female disguise… is so convincing. I almost believed you were a woman.”
Charles arched his brow coldly. “Do I look pretty?”
“Of course!” Whitney nodded seriously. “If I were a man, I’d definitely fall for you. You’re gorgeous and even more good-looking than me when seen from far away.”
Charles snickered. “You’re making it sound like I’m not handsome when dressed as a man and that you prefer me in a female disguise.”
Whitney’s cheeks flushed again.
I’ve fallen for the original male version of him since a long time ago. In fact, I’m head over heels in love with him.
“You look very handsome and dignified when clad in a suit and leather shoes, like a sacred prince.”
Although Charles had grown accustomed to receiving compliments all the time, being praised by his “wife” still made him feel proud.
“That’s because you’d never seen me dressed in my military uniform. I look much better in my military uniform than in suit and leather shoes.”
He earned the nickname “Adonis in uniform” during his time at the Central Intelligence Agency because of his captivating looks while wearing military attire. The combination of his exquisitely chiseled face and his military uniform made him incomparably handsome.
“I hope I get the chance to see you in your military uniform in the future, Mr. Newton.” Whitney’s anticipation was genuine.
“Why don’t you wear it anymore then?” she asked.
Unexpectedly, her casual question soured his mood, causing his expression to turn frosty.
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