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.

she realized what was going on, she was already sitting in Charles’

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cost o worm glow throughout

by his side, cherishing moments like

a stoic expression as he firmly held her chin, his gaze resolute as he spoke. “Behave yourself. I’m not a saint, but

such force that Whitney winced in pain, feeling as if her

“I understand.”

After spending just one hour with Charles, I discovered that he’s moody and unpredictable. He’ll suddenly get upset and accuse me of not behaving. What did

might have upset

go? It hurts

push. Losing her balance, she stumbled onto the carpet beside his

and slowly unbuttoned his suit, towering above

a handsome but

bathroom is on the left. You should take a shower to get rid of the alcoholic stench on your

embarrassing. “But my clothes are back at my apartment, and I don’t have any clothes to change

white shirt hugged his well-defined physique, revealing glimpses of his

word, he swiftly turned on his heel and

aching jaw and remained sitting on

strode out of the closet, tossing a

“Wear this for tonight.”

felt a little shy to put

she stepped out of the