The Ex and Her Riches

Gwendolyn’s expression gradually hardened as she stared at him in disbelief.

With her tone a little melancholic, she said, “You don’t trust me?”

Charles chuckled. “Silly girl, I was just joking with you. Of course, I trust you. But was this wine prepared by you or Maverick? I don’t trust him.”

Gwendolyn showed him her empty red wine glass in her hand.

“I’ve already had a glass. So if the wine was tampered with, I should be the first to go down.”

Charles remained silent, gently swirling the red wine in his glass without taking a sip.

Gwendolyn was getting a bit upset. She pouted and glanced at the full bottle of red wine next to her. “Do you want me to do the same as you did last time? Should I finish the whole bottle of wine for you to believe me?”

Charles remained silent.

In a fit of defiance, Gwendolyn reached out to grab the entire bottle of red wine on the table.

Charles stopped her. “I believe you. Even if this bottle contains poison, I would still drink it because you are like a beautiful poison to me and have intoxicated me for a long time.”

He smiled dotingly. Finally, tilting his head back, he drank the glass of wine.

In the garden, Charles’ two confidants stood by the entrance, resembling a pair of statues.

Elven took the initiative to approach the two of them.

“Hey, it’s getting late. Have you two had dinner yet? We’ve secretly grilled some barbecue in the backyard. Do you want to come over and give it a try?”

Both confidants had cold expressions as they firmly rejected the invitation.

“No need.”

Elven was very patient. “Don’t be afraid. Ms. Shalders has always been very friendly. With her around, Mr. Newton won’t get angry. Besides, it’s already dinner time. Given the relationship between Mr. Newton and Ms. Shalders, we’ll all eventually become like family, so consider this an early opportunity to get acquainted.”

This time, both hesitated briefly before saying, “No need.”

They were stubborn. Elven was starting to wonder how he should continue to persuade them without being too eager, as it would raise their suspicions.

with two grilled pork belly skewers

drink to their hearts’ desire. So, they want us to eat well and enjoy ourselves too. There are two bottles of

“All right then.”

right in front of them, savoring

could resist the allure of grilled pork belly. They

through the air and reached the nostrils of the two. They stared at the meat in Elven’s hand, swallowing

late tonight. Who knows how long you two will be hungry? We have both

exchanged glances. Ultimately, they could not resist the temptation of the grilled skewers. The grilled

meal lasted until a little after

and Gwendolyn were chatting happily. Charles’ handsome face flushed red, and his usually deep, azure eyes seemed somewhat

truly delighted that you’ve had a change of heart. In this world, no man is more deserving of you than me.

not saying a

mother passed away, I was immature and didn’t step up to protect and comfort you when you needed me the most. Instead, I went to the Central Intelligence Agency to chase fame and fortune. I’ve blamed

reminisced, the smile on

It’s

Gwendolyn called

was the only bodyguard who had only

driving Charles and the other

military vehicle had completely disappeared from Bay Villa, Elven quietly entered

ahead. Her

Elven called

reality.

to their drinks. It should take

give us a chance to assess Maverick’s work

bottle of red wine with a faint glimmer

the highway. Since it was rather late at night, there

very comfortable temperature. Having had a few

relatively clear

straight ahead, suddenly, an icy cold gun was pressed against the back of his

It was Charles.

my place.

the two confidants had a strong sense of alertness, they sobered up

them looked out the window and discovered that Justin was taking them to the outskirts

inside the

take a wrong turn? I’m sorry, Mr. Newton. You were all asleep so I didn’t want to wake you up. I thought taking this

cold expression remained unchanged. “Turn

“Oh, okay!”

he slammed on the accelerator and abruptly spun the steering