Seeing them return, Cedrick quickly handed over the skewers he had grilled to Gwendolyn Darling have a taste. I grilled these especially for you.”
Gwendolyn took a bite.
Oooh, it is freaking salty!
Her delicate features contorted, revealing an expression of pain.
Having grown accustomed to her husband’s delicious cooking, Gwendolyn never imagined this meat would be so unpalatable that she couldn’t even swallow it.
Afraid of getting hit, Cedrick quickly ran off into the distance.
He was retaliating against Gwendolyn who just said that she wanted to marry Whitney and make him her main wife, her first wife.
Gwendolyn came to her senses and immediately chased after him. “Cedrick! You’re done fort
The two were frolicking nearby, and a look of envy flashed in Whitney’s eyes. Suddenly, a skewer was offered right before her.
“Go ahead and eat, or it’ll get cold soon.”
Someone’s tone was very cold, forming a stark contrast to the affectionate teasing and laughter of Cedrick and Gwendolyn nearby,
“Thank you.” Whitney didn’t say much, obediently accepting the skewer he handed over.
Time went by quickly when one was having fun.
Gwendolyn leaned into Cedrick’s embrace, her cheeks flushed a peachy hue from the red wine she had drunk while she waved to Charles and Whitney.
“Whenever you have time, Whitney, come over for a visit. I’ll pass the little cupcakes to Benny and Zendy
After such a delightful afternoon, Whitney’s gloom from the past few days was swept away. “I will,” she said. “I will also strive to do my best.”
– Gwen, Mr. Jeason, we’re leaving now.”
Nonchalantly, Charles uttered a sentence, then under the moonlight, he and Whitney left Harrick Villa side by side.
On the way back, Whitney was in high spirits, and even wanted to hum a tune.
Yet, fearing that she would upset Charles, she merely opened her mouth slightly, softly murmuring the lyrics of the song.
“Whenever you are with Gwendolyn, you’d better remember what to say and what not to say. Don’t cro the line”
Charles’ words were like a bucket of cold water pouring down, instantly plunging Whitney’s good mood into the abyss.
She lowered her head, responding in a subdued voice. “I understand, Mr. Newton.”
Hearing her call him “Mr. Newton” again, Charles felt a wave of irritation in his heart. He stomped on the accelerator, and the luxury car roared as it shot forward.
Startled, Whitney let out a gasp, her only option was to tightly grip the handle of the car next to her.
At this hour, the roads were bustling with cars, and many pedestrians were crossing the street. A moment’s distraction could lead to an accident.
Yet, instead of slowing down, the speed of the car was increasing, getting faster and faster.
Whitney felt a bit scared.
“Mr. Newton…”
Huh, it’s Mr. Newton again.
The piercing sound of screeching brakes filled the air, as the tires skidded a considerable distance on the ground. The force of inertia held Whitney firmly in her seat by the seatbelt, causing a sharp pain in her chest.
Whitney looked ahead in terror.
Just now, they nearly crashed into the large truck ahead.
hing a glimpse of her terrified and helpless eyes, Charles directly grasped her chin and kissed her.
He was dominant and unyielding.
The atmosphere inside the car subtly changed in an instant.
He bit the tip of her tongue.
Whitney winced in pain, wanting to him push away, but Charles’s restraint left her no room to resist.
Charles large hand gripped her restless slender wrists, lifting them above her head and pressing them onto the car seat.
She was left with no choice but to endure the kiss.
After a while, Whitney was breathless from the kiss. Only then did Charles release her, and his voice sounded cold and grinding. “This is your punishment. If you get the address wrong again next time, you’ll have to walk back to the Newton residence from here.
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