The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Seeing that Charles still didn’t respond, the other men in the room couldn’t figure out his temperament.

One of the men asked, “Can we leave now, Mr. Newton? We don’t have any more money on us, and we didn’t touch this who—I mean, woman. In fact, she’s the one who beat us up so badly that we’re covered in injuries. We’ll have to see a doctor right away.”

Charles narrowed his eyes and spat coldly, “Scram.”

“Okay, okay.” The men immediately scurried away.

When they passed by Charles, he caught a glimpse of their injuries.

Some had fractured arms while some were covering their bleeding waist.

All six of those men had their butts kicked by Whitney, a woman, despite their advantage in numbers.

As such, Charles’ interest in Whitney was roused.

Slowly, he ambled into the messy room. The shattered glass pieces scattered all over the floor crumbled beneath his dark leather shoes.

Whitney, who was hiding beneath the table, trembled violently and held her breath upon hearing his steady footsteps.

In her mind, she prayed, Please don’t see me, please don’t see me, please don’t…

A second later, she felt warmth on her shoulders. She tilted her head and saw Charles taking off his coat and draping it over her shoulder to cover her tattered clothes.

He’s so gentle, so much so that he can charm any woman in minutes. Whitney felt even more ashamed and hung her head low, not daring to meet his gaze.

“You don’t have to hide. I know who you are,” uttered Charles in a deep, magnetic voice, which was pleasant to Whitney’s ears.

“Why did you come to this dangerous place? Are you in desperate need of money?” he asked.

In response, Whitney nodded as tears streamed down her face. “I’m sorry. You just said you wanted to try dating me in the afternoon, yet I embarrassed you in the evening on the same day…”

patient as he picked up the money on the table, squatted down, and delivered it to Whitney. “Take it. It’s all yours. You won’t be short of money

but as soon as her eyes met Charles’

money. “I don’t want it. If you hadn’t arrived in time, I would’ve suffered greatly. This money belongs to

need it, and what happened tonight has nothing to do with me. You deserve this

the

her gaze, daring to ask, “Don’t you find it disgusting that I’m earning money in a

curved upward slightly. “Not at all. You’re an adult, and you’re forced to do what it takes to make ends meet. I can understand that. Although, you should avoid taking such risks in the future. Your safety should come

“Thank you.”

cash in

I can count this as compensation for my emotional damage. Perhaps I’ll have some money left

still wearing a smile. What a happy-go-lucky woman. He offered, “I’ll send you to the hospital. Can

was a few slaps, that’s all.

He stood, hands stuffed into his pockets, ready to

forward, he stopped

he noticed she hadn’t moved yet. “What’s the

eyes were red like a rabbit’s, the tears on her countenance mixed with blood. There was

uttered, “I… My legs are numb. I can’t stand up. I’m not doing this

moment she ended her sentence, she flushed with embarrassment. Even though I said I could walk, I proved myself wrong just thirty seconds later. I wish the ground could swallow

men earlier? Why are her legs numb after I

he found her behavior slightly distasteful, he still approached

so it was easy for him

body was tainted with blood, and her hair was messy, making her resemble

would easily arouse

his gaze and staring

blink as his

light and thin, too. When we were younger, I used to carry her like this as well. I even spun around with her in my arms, promising to love and protect her forever. Now,

for Whitney to discern the expressions swirling in his blue eyes under the