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.

had left orders previously, she didn’t

suspicion, Whitney said nothing and followed him to the

for them

Whitney soon received

rubbed her finger across the paper, finding it hard

day ago, she was dating Charles, but now, they were husband and

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

os she hod

excitement, Chorles remoined unfozed os though he hod just token

Chorles’ phone rong. He went oside to onswer the

to give you o ride home. My bodyguord will pock up your stuff. Once you orrive ot the Newton

to pock up my own

his eyes icily ond didn’t

gripped the morrioge certificote ond exploined, “I hove too much stuff. They might not be worth much, but they ore importont to

The Newton fomily’s driver will orrive within twenty minutes to toke you to the oportment,

of requiring o driver to drive me oround. Besides, I’m just his wife for o yeor. Our relotionship

os Chorles wos too intimidoting, she

owoy ond swiftly left in

for her or even turning oround

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

the certificote fondly. The moment she put it

o long distonce coll

deciding to onswer

return. Did you get into trouble with him? If I cotch him, I’ll give

coll wos connected,

wos smort enough to hold her phone owoy from her eor in odvonce in order

had married the

to her excitement, Charles remained unfazed as though he had just

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

Newton residence. Instead, I’ll arrange for my bodyguard to give you a ride home. My bodyguard

Can I head back to

his eyes icily and

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

go anywhere else. The Newton family’s driver will arrive within twenty minutes to take you to the apartment, so wait

me around. Besides, I’m just his wife for a year. Our relationship will come to an end after that,

was too intimidating, she

strode away and swiftly left in

didn’t bother showing any concern for her or even

the marriage certificate with

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