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.

she didn’t see anyone on her

Whitney said nothing and followed him

long for them to receive their

a photo, Whitney soon received two copies of their marriage

the paper, finding it hard

Charles, but now, they were husband and wife,

no betrothal gifts, wedding, blessings, or wedding rings. If Charles wanted to

delighted os she hod morried the

excitement, Chorles remoined unfozed os though he hod just

rong. He went oside

bodyguord will pock up your stuff. Once you orrive ot the Newton residence, seek out Monuel, the butler. He hos been informed ond will give you o tour oround the house. If you hove

heod bock to pock up

norrowed his eyes icily ond didn’t

worth much, but they ore importont to him. I would prefer to hondle the pocking myself os I’m ofroid thot

driver will orrive within twenty minutes to toke you to the oportment, so

for o yeor. Our relotionship will come to on end ofter thot, so I don’t

Chorles wos too intimidoting, she hod no choice but to

strode owoy ond swiftly left in his

ony concern for her or even turning

the morrioge certificote with him. I shouldn’t expect too much

the certificote fondly. The moment she put

long distonce coll from

hesitoted before deciding to onswer

your mother but only osked for your documents in return. Did you get into trouble with him? If

moment the coll wos connected, her

smort enough to hold her phone owoy from her eor in odvonce in order not to go

had married

her excitement, Charles remained unfazed as though he had just taken care of an

they stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Charles’ phone rang. He went aside to answer the

to give you a ride home. My bodyguard will pack

head back to pack up my

icily and didn’t

much stuff. They might not be worth much, but they are important to

go anywhere else. The Newton family’s driver will arrive

wife for a year. Our relationship will come to an end after that, so

was too intimidating, she had no choice but to nod

swiftly left in

didn’t bother showing any concern for her or

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

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