Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 758

Chapter 758 First Kiss

“Ugh...” Whitney endured the pain with a frown. As she barely had any energy left, she couldn't escape him.

Looking aggrieved, she said, “I'm just your wife in name who'll be a stranger to you a year later. Yesterday, I made you angry, and you warned me, and today you didn't come to pick me up. You're clearly punishing me. Were you expecting me to throw away my pride and call you to drive me home? Is that it? I could've returned on my own, but my phone ran out of battery. It's not like I got myself lost on purpose. You were the one who didn't want me to rely on you, Charles, and I know I can't because how else am I supposed to live without you a year later? Sooner or later, I'm going to have to familiarize myself with the route to work. The route will be etched into my mind after I make a few more mistakes.”

The sting on her cheek lingered as she endured the pain Charles inflicted on her by pulling her hair.

Intensely aggrieved, Whitney continued, “Why are you doing this to me, Charles? I know I was wrong. I won't ask about your past with Gwendolyn again. I know I don't deserve to learn about your past and that I can't be compared to her in your heart, but I'm doing my best, too. I pursued you for five years after moving to Chanaea from Tayhaven. It's not like I'm asking you to like me. I merely want you not to treat me so harshly. This way, I'll still have a positive image of you in my mind after I leave you in a—”

Without warning, Charles tossed his umbrella away, pressed her head toward him, and kissed her lips.

His kisses were domineering.

Whitney felt as though she had been struck by lightning.

Her mind went blank. Even her breath was almost stolen by that unexpected kiss.

Charles... is kissing me? Is he crazy?

She hammered her fist on his chest, but she was too weak to cause any harm to him.

Charles hugged her tighter, attacking her olfactory senses with his scent.

No pedestrians or vehicles passed them by on the secluded street.

There was only Charles' luxury car illuminating the two embracing figures.

Even the cold, rainy air seemed to have become sweeter due to the kiss.

The passionate kiss lasted for a few minutes until Whitney fainted in his arms.

“Whitney?” Charles stared at his pale face, then removed his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. He carried her into his car and drove back to the Newton residence.

Jasmine was startled when she saw Charles carrying Whitney into the house. “What happened to Whitney? Why is she so pale? Was she kidnapped? Is she hurt? Didn't you bring an umbrella with you, Charles? Why are you wet as well?”

Charles could not be bothered to answer any of her questions. He turned to Manuel and ordered, “Get the family doctor.”

“Will do, Mr. Newton.”

Charles brought Whitney upstairs and placed her on the bed before unbuttoning her shirt to change her clothes.

A moment later, he ceased his impatient movements upon realizing something and didn't move again for a long while.

Right then, Jasmine came over to check up on them.

Immediately, Charles said, “Help me change her clothes. Her suitcase is in the far left closet.”

He then exited the room with a grimace, his long eyelashes concealing the panic in his eyes.

Jasmine was confused. “What? Whitney's your wife. Why are you so embarrassed about helping her change her clothes?”

Bang!

The only response she received was the loud slamming of the door.

“Seriously, who treats their wife like this?” spat Jasmine before carrying out her brother's request.