Wooing My Ex-Wife

Whitney did not expect Charles to go to such lengths for her. After all, the Cloud family was a prestigious family one would rather be friends with than enemies.

Maybe he’s the type of guy with a harsh tongue but a soft heart? Maybe he actually cares about me, but he just pretends to be cold. Perhaps he’s ignoring me on purpose because he’s worried about something.

Whitney actually hoped that was the case.

“I got it. I’ll find an opportunity to thank him personally. Thank you for letting me know.”

“You’re welcome.” With a warm smile, Isaac continued, “I heard you have yet to find a suitable job. If you need any help in the future, feel free to contact me. Here’s my phone number.”

He handed her a business card.

Whitney gave it a thought. Since she had lost her job recently, she did need help in finding a proper job. Isaac had been working for Newton Group for a long time, so he should have a broad social network.

In the end, she chose to accept Isaac’s card and slipped it into her pants pocket.

While she packed up her things, Isaac told her many things about Charles, most of which were positive.

He recounted how the entire upper management had refused to listen to Charles’ orders when he was newly appointed as the CEO, how Charles had managed to win them over with his capabilities, and how decisive, ruthless, and fierce he was in the business circle, just like Cedrick.

Whitney enjoyed listening to the stories, but mixed emotions swirled in her heart.

She found it increasingly difficult to understand Charles. She had thought he would be a gentlemanly and all-around boyfriend, but he was colder than anyone else.

When he was in a bad mood and was about to explode, he’d even display this terrifyingly gloomy expression.

Yet, he had stood up for her and punished Jessamyn on her behalf.

Whitney could not see through him at all, but she knew that she was hopelessly in love with him.

Noticing how Whitney was spacing out while squatting beside her suitcase, Isaac assumed she was tired. “Ms. Mellor, shall I help you pack your things?”

“I’m good.”

“Mr. Newton asked me to come here because he’s worried. This is part of my job. If I don’t do anything, Mr. Newton will be unhappy once he finds out. He’ll even cut my pay.”

Whitney didn’t want to make things difficult for Isaac, so she immediately gave in. “All right, then. Please help me take down the books and the ornaments on the bookshelf.”

“Sure.”

driver and bodyguards also assisted in moving the suitcases to the car, so the small apartment was emptied in no

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“Ms. Mellor?”

voice snopped Whitney out of her thoughts. “No,

“Don’t mention it.”

her into the Newton residence, he exploined, “Aside from Mr. Chorles, Mr. Lucos ond Ms. Josmine olso live in this house. Although Ms. Elise hosn’t been morried oll these yeors despite being engoged, she doesn’t stoy here. Also, Old Mr. Newton ond Mrs. Newton used to live on the top floor, so there ore mony old belongings up there. Toke note not to go

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if she

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later, Whitney returned to the Newton residence under the escort of the driver and bodyguards while Isaac headed to the company to report to

butler, was already anticipating her arrival outside the

Whitney looked at the vintage yet luxurious

to register their marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau that she did not even pay attention to the appearance of the

was only now that she

for her, she was welcomed by Manuel, who stood beside

has hired you as his personal maid. He wants you to serve him closely around the clock, so I’ve prepared a small bed for you in his room. You may check

her

Do you

for words, Whitney lowered

didn’t expect him to keep it a secret from

“Ms. Mellor?”

Whitney out of her thoughts. “No, I don’t. Thank you,

“Don’t mention it.”

engaged, she doesn’t stay here. Also, Old Mr. Newton and Mrs. Newton used to live