The Ex and Her Riches

“Okay. I’ll respect your decision if you’re sure of it.”

Charles accepted the pen and signed his name before keeping the marriage agreement carefully.

Whitney got up and said stiffly, “I’ll take my leave now. When it’s time to register our marriage, please let me know.”

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to go back to that tiny apartment?” Charles looked at her and spoke mockingly. “The marriage registration won’t take long. We can do it tomorrow morning. Stay here tonight and get accustomed to your future life. I’ll take the bed, and you can sleep on the couch.”

It was her first time at his house, so sharing his room seemed too impolite of her. However, sleeping on the couch was acceptable.

But…

“Are we heading to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning? My mother might be a Chanaean, but I am a Tayhaven citizen. The documents I need to get married here are still in Tayhaven.”

Charles lit another cigarette. “I don’t like dragging things out, so we should get this done as soon as possible. Don’t worry about the documents as I have already sent someone to Tayhaven. He’ll be back with them tomorrow.”

Realization dawned on Whitney. “It looks like you knew I would agree to sign the document.”

“That will happen sooner or later.”

Whitney was at a loss for words.

I wonder how Charles’ men will communicate with my family. How will they react upon finding out that I’m getting married?

The tobacco scent in the room was getting stronger, so Whitney approached him and took the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“Stop smoking, Mr. Newton. Smoking isn’t good for your health. Besides, it’s getting late.”

Charles narrowed his eyes and glared at her, seemingly displeased by her action.

“We are not married yet. Are you already interfering in my affairs?”

“Well…” Whitney felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her. His intense gaze made her tremble with a hint of fear. “I-I’m still adjusting, you know. I want to learn how to be a loving couple with you in public. I don’t want to behave poorly and risk embarrassing you.”

Charles looked away silently. He didn’t make to light another cigarette.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Whitney bent down and stubbed the cigarette out on the ashtray.

Charles gazed at her coldly as her slender figure walked past him.

A girl from the countryside, huh? Why doesn’t she look innocent at all to me?

“Ah!” Whitney screamed as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and tugged her backward.

going on, she was already sitting in Charles’ lap.

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Whitney winced in poin, feeling os if

“I understond.”

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she stepped out

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quiet when he

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his side, cherishing moments like these where she could witness his serene slumber. The thought of spending her life with him seemed

expression as he firmly held her chin, his gaze resolute as he spoke. “Behave yourself. I’m not a saint, but I want us to have a good relationship. I don’t want to

pain, feeling as if her chin was on the verge of being

“I understand.”

hour with Charles, I discovered that he’s moody and unpredictable. He’ll suddenly get upset and accuse me of not behaving. What did I do wrong? All I did was put out his cigarette.

might have upset the man. The

me go?

her and gave her a light push. Losing her balance, she stumbled onto

up and slowly unbuttoned his suit, towering

like a handsome

on the right as you enter, and the bathroom is on the left. You should take a shower to

my clothes are

taking off his clothes. His white shirt hugged

uttering a word, he swiftly turned on

jaw and

minute later, Charles strode out of the closet, tossing a brand-new silk shirt

“Wear this for tonight.”

felt a little shy to put on

hour later, she stepped out of the