Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 840

Charles carried her upstairs, his face stern.

Returning to the bedroom, Charles did not utter a word. He simply took a bath as usual and then lay down. on the bed.

Sitting on the couch, Whitney glanced at him and hesitated for a moment before saying, “Tonight… I’ll sleep on the couch. Could you please help me get the blanket?”

Her leg was in such severe pain that she feared she might fall if she tried to fetch the blanket herself, which could potentially upset him.

Charles’ movements came to a halt. He walked straight to Whitney and picked her up, placing her on the bed.

Whitney quickly got to her feet. “I-I haven’t taken a bath.”

She had absolutely no time to change out of these dirty clothes throughout the day. They probably still recked of blood.

“What a hassle.”

Charles’ blue eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of impatience crossing his face. Once again, he stood up and carried her to the bathroom.

After entering the bathroom, he stayed there. Nervously gulping, Whitney stuttered, “Um… I-I can wash myself.”

“All right. Go to bed after you’ve finished washing up.”

With these cold words, Charles finally walked out of the bathroom.

Only then did Whitney dare to undress, and it was then that she noticed the wound on her leg. Although It was wrapped in gauze, traces of blood still seeped through.

Luckily, the last time she tidied up, she placed a first aid kit in the bathroom for emergencies. She never thought it would actually come in handy now.

Ouch, it really hurts.

The gauze was sticking to the wound, so the only option was to dampen it with water while gently peeling it off.

The sound of running water in the bathroom masked Whitney’s painful gasps.

She bit her lip hard, refusing to let herself make a sound.

After washing up and wrapping her wound, she lingered in the bathroom for a while, intentionally extending her time there.

She hoped that by the time she exited the bathroom, he would already be sleeping.

About half an hour later, Whitney finally sauntered out of the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, the moment she opened the door, she almost bumped into Charles’ solid chest.

Whitney was speechless.

Has he… been waiting at the door this whole time?

Before Whitney could speak, the man swiftly scooped her up in a bridal style.

Returning to the bed, he turned off the lights and pulled her back into his arms.

It was time for bed.

Whitney was pressed tightly against his chest, listening to the sound of his strong and powerful heartbeat.

His hand rested on her waist; they were extremely close with each other.

The steady rhythm of breathing soon echoed from the person behind her, accompanied by a faint snoring sound. However, Whitney was not the least bit sleepy.

Even though the two of them had an unpleasant encounter in the parking lot, it seemed as if nothing happened once they returned to the house.

When he called her his wife, did he mean it?

She did not know, nor did she dare to hope for too much.

After all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Lower your expectations, and you’ll reduce your disappointments. Forget it. Don’t think about it anymore.

The next morning, after breakfast, Whitney was limping, preparing to hail a cab to work. However, Charles walked straight over and draped his arm around her shoulder.