Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 836 Does He Like Me 

Seeing them return, Cedrick quickly handed over the skewers he had grilled to Gwendolyn Darling have a taste. I grilled these especially for you.”

Gwendolyn took a bite.

Oooh, it is freaking salty!

Her delicate features contorted, revealing an expression of pain.

Having grown accustomed to her husband’s delicious cooking, Gwendolyn never imagined this meat would be so unpalatable that she couldn’t even swallow it.

Afraid of getting hit, Cedrick quickly ran off into the distance.

He was retaliating against Gwendolyn who just said that she wanted to marry Whitney and make him her main wife, her first wife.

Gwendolyn came to her senses and immediately chased after him. “Cedrick! You’re done fort

The two were frolicking nearby, and a look of envy flashed in Whitney’s eyes. Suddenly, a skewer was offered right before her.

“Go ahead and eat, or it’ll get cold soon.”

Someone’s tone was very cold, forming a stark contrast to the affectionate teasing and laughter of Cedrick and Gwendolyn nearby,

“Thank you.” Whitney didn’t say much, obediently accepting the skewer he handed over.

Time went by quickly when one was having fun.

Gwendolyn leaned into Cedrick’s embrace, her cheeks flushed a peachy hue from the red wine she had drunk while she waved to Charles and Whitney.

“Whenever you have time, Whitney, come over for a visit. I’ll pass the little cupcakes to Benny and Zendy

After such a delightful afternoon, Whitney’s gloom from the past few days was swept away. “I will,” she said. “I will also strive to do my best.”

– Gwen, Mr. Jeason, we’re leaving now.”

Nonchalantly, Charles uttered a sentence, then under the moonlight, he and Whitney left Harrick Villa side by side.

On the way back, Whitney was in high spirits, and even wanted to hum a tune.

Yet, fearing that she would upset Charles, she merely opened her mouth slightly, softly murmuring the lyrics of the song.

“Whenever you are with Gwendolyn, you’d better remember what to say and what not to say. Don’t cro the line” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Charles’ words were like a bucket of cold water pouring down, instantly plunging Whitney’s good mood into the abyss.

She lowered her head, responding in a subdued voice. “I understand, Mr. Newton.”

Hearing her call him “Mr. Newton” again, Charles felt a wave of irritation in his heart. He stomped on the accelerator, and the luxury car roared as it shot forward.

Startled, Whitney let out a gasp, her only option was to tightly grip the handle of the car next to her.

At this hour, the roads were bustling with cars, and many pedestrians were crossing the street. A moment’s distraction could lead to an accident.

Yet, instead of slowing down, the speed of the car was increasing, getting faster and faster.

Whitney felt a bit scared.

“Mr. Newton…”

Huh, it’s Mr. Newton again.

The piercing sound of screeching brakes filled the air, as the tires skidded a considerable distance on the ground. The force of inertia held Whitney firmly in her seat by the seatbelt, causing a sharp pain in her chest.

Whitney looked ahead in terror.

Just now, they nearly crashed into the large truck ahead.

hing a glimpse of her terrified and helpless eyes, Charles directly grasped her chin and kissed her.

He was dominant and unyielding.

The atmosphere inside the car subtly changed in an instant.

He bit the tip of her tongue.

Whitney winced in pain, wanting to him push away, but Charles’s restraint left her no room to resist.

Charles large hand gripped her restless slender wrists, lifting them above her head and pressing them onto the car seat.

She was left with no choice but to endure the kiss.

After a while, Whitney was breathless from the kiss. Only then did Charles release her, and his voice sounded cold and grinding. “This is your punishment. If you get the address wrong again next time, you’ll have to walk back to the Newton residence from here.

Punishment?

Was it not because she had a long chat with Gwendolyn tonight, or because she called him by the wrong name?

“What? You don’t understand?”

Charley’s sgaze was still so cold it made one’s heart palpitate. Whitney quickly averted her gaze 1 understand. Charles… my husband”

Upon hearing the term “husband”, Charles felt somewhat relieved, and his previously furrowed brow gradually relaxed.

The luxury car finally moved on the road smoothly.

Through the rearview mirror, Whitney saw her own lips swollen. Recalling his dominant act just now, she couldn’t help but feel her heart beat faster.

His kiss was forceful, yet it was the third time he had taken the initiative to kiss her.

She looked it up online, a man will only take the initiative to kiss when he liked someone.

Does Charles’s actions mean… that he might like me, even if it’s just a little?

When the thought popped into her mind, Whitney couldn’t help but feel startled. She stole a glance at him, then quickly averted her eyes,

The next morning, Whitney went to work as usual.

The people in the logistics department still looked at her with a strange gaze.

Xenia arrived early and happened to run into Whitney in the hallway. She intended to avoid her, but Whitney stopped her.

“Xenia, I think we need to have a talk.”

With a guilty conscience, Xenia dared not meet Whitney’s gaze. Clutching the documents, she put on a hurried expression. “I still have to print some documents. I don’t have time.”

With a cold laugh, Whitney directly blocked her path.

What are you afraid of? You’re the one who handled the bills, right? I don’t care who you’ve been bought by. If you’ve done something wrong, you should be prepared to face the consequences.”

She was no saint, she wouldn’t let others frame her for nothing..

Xenia was intimidated by her aura, but still retorted stubbornly. “I don’t understand what you’re saying. I have to go to work now.”

Whitley swiftly stepped aside, allowing Xenia to quickly make her exit.

Gwendolyn is right. I can only escape from this situation by constantly improving my abilities.

Whitney returned to her desk. The first thing she did was to disband their work group, permanently blocking Xenia,

The task was given to her by Queenie, so she took it upon herself to do everything on her own this time, not allowing anyone else to interfere.

Whitney spent the entire morning organizing the items she needed to purchase in the afternoon. She handed over these details to Queenie in advance. At the same time, she also passed on the evidence from the previous occasion one by one to Queenie.

Regardless of whether she could completely clear herself of suspicion, she was determined to vindicate her name.

Queenie received the files she sent and forwarded all of them to Charles.

She had a rough idea of who were the ones stirring up trouble behind the scenes, but after all, they were employees of Newton Group. It was up to the CEO to deal with this matter.

As soon as Whitney left the company, Charles received a notification of her clocking out. He immediately issued instructions to Isaac.

“Have someone tail her. If anything seems off, report back to me immediately.”

“Yes, Mr. Newton.”

In the mall, Whitney completed her shopping according to the list. By then, the sky had gradually darkened.

She was preparing to take a taxi back to the office.

So she stood by the roadside for a couple of minutes, and soon a taxi pulled up in front of her.

Seeing the numerous large and small packages she was carrying, the driver voluntarily got out of the car to help her load them into the trunk.

As the end of the workday approached, even if Whitney took a taxi back to the office, she would still be stuck in traffic for nearly an hour. Unknowingly, she dozed off in the car.

She had practically run across half the city that afternoon, and her body was incredibly exhausted. She

d the driver to wake her when they reached the office, then drifted off into a deep sleep.

Bang!

“A missive crash jolted Whitney awake from her slumber.

The windshield shattered, sharp fragments scratched Whitney’s cheek as their car collided with another vehicle loaded with goods.

The passenger-side airbag deployed, and Whitney felt a piercing pain shooting up her calf.

But right now, she simply didn’t have the time to worry about her own injuries. The items in the car were her main concern!