Whitney unconsciously tightened her grip around his neck as her cheeks blushed.

She felt a sense of joy as he naturally referred to her as his wife.

The experience was both real and dreamy.

Manuel was the first to snap out of his daze among the three people. “That’s wonderful! Congratulations, Mr. Newton! Congratulations, Whit—Wait, that’s not it. I meant Ms. Mel—Mrs. Newton!”

Haisley glared at Whitney, who was in Charles’ embrace. Her heart clenched from intense envy, and her mind went blank from anger.

In her eyes, Whitney was no better than her. In fact, Whitney’s educational background was worse than hers. The former’s only redeeming qualities were probably her beauty and good figure.

Yet, Charles chose to marry Whitney.

Before long, Haisley noticed something was off. “I don’t believe it! If that’s really the case, why didn’t she say so when I asked her before this? Even she herself claimed she was your personal maid.”

Charles explained, “During the first two days of our marriage, I upset her, so she was messing with me. It’s how we spice up our marriage. Do you think you have a say in this?”

Haisley couldn’t find a suitable retort to that.

Laura’s cries grew louder as a wave of despair and remorse engulfed her. “If only I had known that Whitney was Mrs. Newton, I would have never singled her out with Haisley. I’ve learned from my mistake!”

Charles was tired of listening to their noisy complaints. He carried Whitney into the villa and said, “Manuel, punish them with the maximum penalty according to the contract. Plus, order them to pack up their things and leave the Newton residence tonight. I don’t want to see them again after this.”

“Yes, sir. Don’t worry.”

Charles left while carrying Whitney in his arms without sparing another backward glance at both sobbing women.

Whitney quietly nestled in his embrace. Occasionally, she would lift her head to peek at him. It feels great to be protected by him! How wonderful it’ll be if he continues to be nice like this!

Whitney tentatively reached out and gently pinched Charles’ soft cheek to confirm if he was real.

gaze. “What are you

convincing. I almost believed you were a

brow coldly. “Do I look

seriously. “If I were a man, I’d definitely fall for you. You’re gorgeous and even more

dressed as a man and that you

Whitney’s cheeks flushed again.

since a long time ago. In fact, I’m head over heels in love

very handsome and dignified when clad in a suit and leather shoes, like a sacred

accustomed to receiving compliments all the time, being praised by his

military uniform. I look much better in my military uniform than in suit and

his captivating looks while wearing military attire. The combination of his exquisitely chiseled face and his military uniform

get the chance to see you in your military uniform in the future, Mr. Newton.” Whitney’s

don’t you wear it anymore then?” she

question soured his mood, causing

if she’d touched on a sensitive topic when Charles set her down on the second-floor

sudden action, she asked, “Have I said something wrong, Mr.

replied coldly, “Go and get changed in your room. Choose

he turned around and went to

at his back and felt terror clenching her heart when she

don’t understand Charles’ past well enough. I have to find a chance to ask Manuel about it, in case I upset him by saying something I shouldn’t. However, I can’t deny that he really does look beautiful when dressed as a woman. Up close, his Adam’s apple might seem more pronounced than

on the forehead to stop herself from fantasizing about the man and went

positions, and declaring Whitney as Mrs. Newton

in the Newton residence caught wind of it except for

ear to ear, as if she had seen through

table. However, since Charles didn’t pick up his

the table, he immediately said, “Charles, what big news are you planning to announce? Hurry up and say it, or the food

It’s something about our family, so we can just keep things casual.” Charles picked up his spoon and took a sip

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