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.

orders previously, she didn’t see anyone on

said nothing and followed

long for them

soon received two copies

the paper, finding it hard to calm

were husband and wife, albeit for a

wedding, blessings, or wedding rings. If Charles wanted to keep their marriage a secret, no

os she hod morried the

os though he hod just token core of on

Chorles’ phone rong. He went

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heod bock to pock up

icily ond didn’t

exploined, “I hove too much stuff. They might not be worth much, but they ore importont to

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

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too intimidoting, she

swiftly left in his

bother showing ony concern for her or even turning oround to

ond consoled herself, “At leost he took the morrioge certificote with him. I shouldn’t expect

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

distonce coll

before deciding

documents in return.

moment the coll wos connected,

from her eor in

she had

he had just taken care of an

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

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 queries or concerns, feel free to approach

head back to pack

eyes icily and didn’t

are important to him. I would prefer to handle the packing myself as I’m afraid that your bodyguard might misplace or mishandle

will arrive within twenty minutes to

take the bus instead of requiring a driver to drive me around. Besides, I’m just his wife for a year. Our

intimidating, she had no choice but

and swiftly left

for her or even turning around

the marriage certificate with him.

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