Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 753 Rage

It was time for all of them to return home.

Gwendolyn took Zendaya from Charles, and the family of four got into their car and left the oceanarium.

As soon as the car disappeared from sight, Charles turned to Whitney and asked, “I saw you talking to Gwen. What were you two chatting about?”

“Oh, we were talking about you and me,” she replied candidly, observing his reaction.

Charles‘ expression remained unchanged, his sapphire eyes revealing nothing.

“What did you say?”

Seeing how much he cared about Gwendolyn’s opinion. Whitney felt rather uneasy. She ignored his question, slid into the passenger seat of his car, and waited quietly for him to start driving.

Charles ignited the engine and maneuvered his way out of the oceanarium. “Why aren’t you answering me?” he continued pressing for an answer.

“Is it so important for you to know?” Whitney had a serious look on her face.

“Of course it’s important,” he replied instantly, making Whitney’s heart sink even further. “If you don’t tell me, how will I know how you will play the role of my wife in front of the Newtons in the future? How will I know whether this agreement between us can work?”

“Well, I told her about how we first met in Tayhaven and were reunited in Chanaea. We also talked about our last date. She seems to know you very well. She had a lot of nice things to say about you. She hoped that our relationship would grow. That’s all. Are you happy now?”

Charles arched his eyebrows. He seemed to be in a good mood.

The thought of Gwendolyn praising him pleased him.

However, Whitney’s attitude upset him. “What’s with your tone? You were just fine before we got to the oceanarium. Now you sound as if someone’s insulted your entire family!”

“Maybe it’s because I’m having my period soon.”

A woman’s mood swings during her period was an easy excuse for Whitney to explain her attitude.

Embarrassed by her explanation, Charles dropped the topic and focused on driving instead.

was pitch–black and devoid of any stars. Even

the roads were brightly illuminated

for the rest of

a while, Whitney finally broke the silence and asked, “Gwendolyn is your childhood friend who

cold as if she

my personal life. All you need to do this year is play the role of Mrs. Newton in front

my family.”

Screech!

in protest as Charles stopped the car

flung forward. Only her seatbelt stopped her from crashing into the

and scared, she turned to look at Charles, confused by

did he

Charles unbuckled his

“Mr. Newton!”

her chin roughly and forced her to meet

her, no longer concealing his cruel thoughts. “You’d better behave yourself and stop

in Charles‘

was shaking in

never seen this side of

an act for his

with some difficulty. “Do you really think I’m the kind of woman who would stir up trouble? Do you really love her that much? Would you really continue to bury

rage in

mention Gwendolyn’s name

squeezed her jaw painfully as if punishing her

flushed

just because I asked him some sensitive questions.

violent side of

“I–I’m sorry!”

hand away once he had heard her apology. He sat back in his seat with a smug,

bruised jaw and tried to

silence in the