The Ex and Her Riches

Charles sat across from her and observed her embarrassed expression calmly as though he was an experienced playboy.

“It was a guess. I can roughly guess your size as the shop assistant’s size was similar to yours.”

What? I can’t believe he was bold enough to ask the shop assistant. Didn’t he feel shy about it?

“Thank you, Mr. Newton.”

Charles glanced at his watch. “We need to leave before ten. Hurry up.”

“Oh, all right!”

Whitney grabbed the shopping bag and hurried into the walk-in closet.

She exhaled sharply as she put on the bra.

It was indeed a guess on Charles’ part. He bought a size too small. It’s pretty tight. Ugh, forget it. I’ll endure it for the time being and head back home after registering our marriage to pack up my clothes.

“Are you done?” Charles urged.

“I’m almost done.”

Without further delay, she changed into the dress and emerged from the closet.

The white dress accentuated her innocence and elegance, and despite the fact that white attire might not suit everyone, she looked stunning in it.

Her natural beauty shone through, even without any makeup, and her long blond hair added to her angelic appearance.

Charles gazed at her for some time.

Whitney touched her cheek, feeling awkward under his intense gaze. Following his line of sight, she observed herself and asked, “Do I look really ugly?”

“No,” Charles replied honestly. “It suits you.”

“Thank you. You have good taste, Mr. Newton.”

Charles looked away and tapped his fingers on the coffee table. “Come and eat your breakfast.”

Whitney approached him obediently. As she was starved, she gobbled down the food swiftly.

The Newton residence’s chef used to work in five-star hotels, so the breakfast spread was delicate and delicious. The breakfast Whitney used to have by the roadside was nothing compared to this.

She soon finished her breakfast and left the house with Charles.

previously, she didn’t see

her suspicion, Whitney said nothing

take long for them to receive their

taking a photo, Whitney soon received two copies of their

rubbed her finger across the paper, finding it hard

but now, they were husband and wife, albeit

rings. If Charles wanted to keep their marriage a secret, no one would find out about

delighted os she hod

her excitement, Chorles remoined unfozed os though he hod

phone rong. He went

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bock to pock

his eyes icily ond didn’t

They might not be worth much, but they ore importont to him.

yourself, but don’t go onywhere else. The Newton fomily’s driver will orrive within twenty minutes to toke you to

o driver to drive me oround. Besides, I’m just his wife for o yeor. Our relotionship will come to on end ofter thot, so I don’t think I

os Chorles wos too intimidoting, she hod no choice but to

ond swiftly left

bother showing ony concern for her or even turning oround to look ot

herself, “At leost he took the morrioge certificote

coressed the certificote fondly. The moment she put it in her bog,

o long distonce

hesitoted before deciding

mother but only osked for your documents in return. Did you get into

moment the coll wos connected, her fother’s loud voice

hold her phone owoy from her eor in odvonce in order not to

Whitney was delighted as she had married the man

though he had just taken care of an ordinary, everyday

Charles’ phone rang. He went aside to answer the call, while Whitney

Newton residence. Instead, I’ll arrange for my bodyguard to give you a ride home. My bodyguard will pack up your stuff. Once you arrive at the Newton residence, seek out Manuel, the butler. He has been informed and will give you a tour around the house. If you have any

head back to

his eyes icily and didn’t

gripped the marriage certificate and explained, “I have too much stuff. They might not be worth much, but they are important to him. I would prefer to handle the packing myself as I’m

arrive within twenty minutes to take

take the bus instead of requiring a driver to drive me around. Besides, I’m just his wife for a year. Our relationship will come to an end after that, so I don’t think I

she had no choice but

and swiftly left

her or even turning

sighed and consoled herself, “At least he took the marriage certificate with him. I shouldn’t expect too much of