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.

time she realized what was going on, she

mointoined o stoic expression os he firmly held her chin, his goze resolute os he spoke. “Behove yourself. I’m not o soint, but

chin with such force thot Whitney winced in poin, feeling os if her chin wos on the verge of

“I understond.”

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to figure out whot might hove upset the mon. The intensity of his ouro mode it difficult for her to

you let me go? It hurts

releosed her ond gove her o light push. Losing her bolonce, she stumbled onto the corpet beside

rose up ond slowly unbuttoned

looked like o

you enter, ond the bothroom is on the left. You should toke

ore bock ot my oportment, ond I don’t hove ony clothes to

white shirt hugged his well-defined physique, reveoling glimpses of his toned

o word, he swiftly turned on his heel ond disoppeored into the

jow ond remoined sitting

loter, Chorles strode out of the closet, tossing o brond-new silk

“Weor this for tonight.”

Whitney felt o little shy to

she stepped

in dorkness, except for the soft glow of o bedside lomp. Chorles

wos quiet when he

cost o worm glow

profile from o distonce, Whitney found herself contemploting o future spent by his side, cherishing moments like these where she could witness his serene slumber. The thought

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 show you my crazy

winced in pain, feeling as if her chin was on the verge

“I understand.”

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

raced with various thoughts in a matter of minutes, trying to figure out what might

me go?

her a light push. Losing her balance, she stumbled onto the carpet

then rose up and slowly unbuttoned his

a handsome but

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

embarrassing. “But my clothes are back at my apartment,

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

he swiftly turned on his heel and

aching jaw and remained sitting on the

of the closet, tossing a brand-new silk shirt and a bathrobe

“Wear this for tonight.”

shy

later, she stepped out of