Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 850

The sound of splashing water echoed from the bathroom. Whitney shed her grimy dress and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the fatigue and unhappiness of her day.

She lazily leaned against the bathtub, unintentionally catching sight of his bathrobe left at home. We could have spent tonight in sheer joy.

In no time at all, a thick mist rose within the bathroom, veiling the expression on her face.

After taking a bath, Whitney came out wearing his bathrobe, threw herself onto the bed, and greedily inhaled the scent of his pillow.

The pillow seemed to still carry the scent of Charles.

She stared at the ceiling, wanting to sleep and forget her troubles. However, sleep cluded her.

She had grown accustomed to the presence of Charles by her side, accustomed to falling asleep to the sound of his breathing, accustomed to his embrace, his chest.

Now, the night was far too quiet.

In the end, it was only as dawn was breaking that she finally managed to fall asleep.

The alarm rang in the early morning, and Whitney instantly sat up in bed. She quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs as if someone was urging her to get things done.

“Whitney…

Before Jasmine could finish her sentence, Whitney had already run out of the Newton residence.

It seemed that when she got busy, she wouldn’t dwell on the things that made her unhappy.

After squeezing onto the subway and rushing for the bus, she finally managed to clock in for work before nine.

Whitney arrived at her desk, panting heavily. Suddenly, she realized that with Charles gone now, there was no one to assign her tasks.

Her position was Charles’ personal assistant, a role distinct from other assistants.

Getting up, she went to Charles’ office. As usual, she watered the plants in the office and tidied up the things on his desk.

There were still open files on his desk, which could prove that his departure was abrupt, as Charles had always been a person who loved to organize and tidy up

After tidying up everything, Whitney took the elevator down from the top floor. Seeing her listless appearance, all the company employees found it strange.

People also started to discuss.

“Doesn’t she always commute with the CEO Why did she leave so early today? It seems like I haven’t seen Mr Newton since he left work yesterday”

“Who knows? A remarkable man like Mr. Newton is never short of women, let alone capable ones. For someone like her to capture Mr. Newton’s heart, it’s quite a challenge.”

Upon hearing their discussions, Whitney paused slightly, her spirits sinking.

After leaving the office, she wandered aimlessly on the streets, replaying the conversation she heard in her mind. Indeed, they’re right. If I possess abilities like Gwendolyn, I can lend him a hand, and he won’t have to fight alone. A year can pass very quickly, and I’m not confident that I can make Charles fall in love with me within this period. Even if we become strangers in the future, I won’t blame him. I will only blame myself for not being capable enough to stand by his side.

After wandering around for a long time, Whitney realized that aside from the Newton residence, she surprisingly had nowhere else to go.

When she returned, she happened to run into Jasmine having her meal.

Seeing Whitney return so early, Jasmine quickly greeted her warmly. “Whitney, you’re back! Is work not too busy? Come and join us for a meal. Today, I asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite food…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Whitney acted as if she hadn’t seen Jasmine at all and went straight upstairs.

Seeing that. Jasmine couldn’t help but shake her head in resignation. She sighed softly. “Ah. better hurry back. Otherwise, Whitney might just fall ill from missing you too much.”

Returning to her room. Whitney sat blankly at her desk, which was filled with books that Charles had read.

Every night before bed, Charles would read for an hour.

Whitney picked up the book on top and started reading.

After reading a few pages, she gave up.

Charles’ book was filled with many things she couldn’t understand, a plethora of peculiar symbols, and even a host of inscrutable fallacies.

“This…”