Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 731

Charles smirked. “Are you suggesting that it’s my fault for not revealing your true identity in the Newton residence earlier? Are you blaming me for telling them that you’re a housekeeper, which resulted in Haisley and the rest bullying you?”

“No… That never crossed my mind.”

He chuckled, a mischievous glimmer dancing in his eyes. “You hesitated.”

“I swear I didn’t,” insisted Whitney helplessly.

“You’re obviously lying.”

She chose to remain silent, feeling a tad annoyed.

With her naturally golden hair and captivating emerald eyes, Whitney’s face exuded a pristine charm, resembling that of a delicate doll. Despite her frustrated expression, her cheeks puffed up cutely.

She’s quite adorable.

Unable to hold himself back, Charles burst out laughing.

Why didn’t I realize how entertaining Whitney can be? I didn’t know I could tease my wife like this. It’s hard not to be charmed by how adorable she is when she’s trying to suppress her anger.

His long lashes fluttered as his gaze unintentionally fell upon Whitney’s soft alluring lips.

He couldn’t quite explain why, but Whitney seemed to grow more pleasing to the eye by the day. The more he looked at her, the more beautiful she appeared in his eyes.

Unconsciously, he found himself leaning closer to her, drawing nearer to her lips.

Perhaps, it’s not bad to have such an amusing and pretty wife. If Whitney continues to behave herself, we can always renew the contract when the one-year marriage period is up.

For the first time ever, such a thought crossed his mind. Slowly, he found himself drawn closer to Whitney.

The two were just mere inches away from each other, and Whitney could feel Charles’ warm breath.

His every breath seemed to be filled with lust, causing a tingling sensation on her cheeks and skin. It felt like his warmth could permeate her bloodstream, setting her entire body ablaze.

As his lips drew closer, Whitney found herself so nervous that she held her breath, fidgeting restlessly on his lap.

Is Charles going to… kiss me? Perhaps, experiencing his tenderness will leave me with some precious memories even after we divorce. It doesn’t sound all too bad…

In a complete daze, she closed her eyes, not wanting to disrupt the inexplicable atmosphere between them.

However, just before their lips could touch, Charles paused and asked softly, “You’ve been looking at your phone quite often lately. What’s keeping you so busy?”

This completely unrelated conversation disrupted the atmosphere.

Whitney opened her eyes and saw Charles leaning back in his chair, maintaining a measured distance from her.

He never intended to kiss her, and she was merely being delusional.

As a result, her ears burned from embarrassment.

“D-Didn’t I already tell you? I’ve been looking for a job.”

“You still haven’t found one?”

She nodded, her voice reflecting a tinge of frustration as she grumbled, “Your expectations are too high, Mr. Newton. No drinking or socializing, no revealing outfits, no staying out late at night…”

“I’m just concerned about your safety.” He raised his eyebrows, wearing a half-smile. “But how much longer do you plan on sitting on my lap?”

Realization struck Whitney like a bolt of lightning, prompting her to swiftly bounce up from Charles’ lap, as if she were avoiding the plague. “I’m sorry!”

Charles was at a loss for words. She didn’t have to react like that.

His gaze drifted down to his legs, where Whitney’s warmth still seemed to linger.

This woman’s figure is quite… sexy.

“Well…” Whitney fidgeted with her fingers nervously. “I came to bring you a glass of juice and express my gratitude. Now that I’ve said what I needed to, I won’t disturb you anymore.”

“Okay,” replied Charles casually.

Turning on her heels, Whitney hurriedly fled, burying her flushed face in her palms.

As the door closed behind her, the room fell into silence, leaving Charles alone again.