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.

Ezra came running over with two grilled pork

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

“All right then.”

right

of grilled

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

how long you two will be hungry? We have both beer

resist the temptation of the grilled skewers. The grilled meat in Elven’s

a little after ten o’clock at

happily. Charles’ handsome face flushed red, and his usually deep, azure eyes

of heart. In this world, no man is more deserving of you than me. We

just smiled, not saying a

her tenderly. “When your 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 myself for this for many years. Can you forgive

the smile

nonsense. It’s getting late.

wanted to continue explaining, but Gwendolyn called Justin

two confidants had been drinking in the backyard, they couldn’t drive. Justin was the only bodyguard who had only eaten barbeque

driving Charles and the other two

completely disappeared from Bay

ahead. Her expression was cold

Shalders?” Elven called out to her

reality. “Were the two confidants

drinks. It should take effect while

us a chance

wine with a faint

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

a very comfortable temperature. Having had a few

maintain a relatively clear mind even though he

drove with his eyes fixed straight ahead, suddenly, an icy cold

It was Charles.

the way back to my place.

the two confidants

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

atmosphere inside the

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

expression remained unchanged.

“Oh, okay!”

and abruptly spun the steering wheel. The entire vehicle almost lost