The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 840

Chapter 840 Another Rumor

Charles carried her upstairs, his face stern.

Returning to the bedroom, Charles did not utter a word. He simply took a bath as usual and then lay down.

on the bed.

Sitting on the couch, Whitney glanced at him and hesitated for a moment before saying, “Tonight… I’ll sleep on the couch. Could you please help me get the blanket?”

Her leg was in such severe pain that she feared she might fall if she tried to fetch the blanket herself, which could potentially upset him.

Charles’ movements came to a halt. He walked straight to Whitney and picked her up, placing her on the

bed.

Whitney quickly got to her feet. “I-I haven’t taken a bath.”

She had absolutely no time to change out of these dirty clothes throughout the day. They probably still recked of blood.

“What a hassle.”

Charles’ blue eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of impatience crossing his face. Once again, he stood up and carried her to the bathroom.

After entering the bathroom, he stayed there. Nervously gulping, Whitney stuttered, “Um… I-I can wash myself.”

“All right. Go to bed after you’ve finished washing up.”

With these cold words, Charles finally walked out of the bathroom.

Only then did Whitney dare to undress, and it was then that she noticed the wound on her leg. Although It was wrapped in gauze, traces of blood still seeped through.

Luckily, the last time she tidied up, she placed a first aid kit in the bathroom for emergencies. She never thought it would actually come in handy now.

Ouch, it really hurts.

The gauze was sticking to the wound, so the only option was to dampen it with water while gently peeling it off.

The sound of running water in the bathroom masked Whitney’s painful gasps.

bit her lip hard, refusing to let herself make a

up and wrapping her wound, she lingered in the

that by the time she exited the bathroom, he

finally sauntered out of the

moment she opened the door, she almost bumped into Charles’

Whitney was speechless.

waiting at the

Whitney could speak, the man swiftly scooped her up in a bridal

turned off the lights and pulled her back

was time

pressed tightly against his chest, listening to the sound of

they

steady rhythm of breathing soon echoed from the person behind her, accompanied by a faint

unpleasant encounter in the parking lot, it

called her his wife, did he mean it?

nor did she dare to hope for too much.

all, the greater the hope, the greater

your expectations, and you’ll reduce your disappointments.

Whitney was limping, preparing to hail a cab to work. However, Charles walked straight over and draped his arm around her shoulder.

of her room. Seeing them leaving together, she nodded approvingly. “That’s more like it. Charles, you should

“Yeah.”

the two of them traveled

a bit

Charles’

driving straight into the parking lot. I’ll just wait for him to go up first,

in her heart, but Charles did not give her the chance at all.

straight to the front of the

bustling entrance, Whitney hurriedly rolled up the car window. Lowering her head, she asked

of composure, he said. “You shouldn’t move around that much. It’s closer to

Whitney dared not refuse. With a sense of dread. she had no

was simply too

Rolls-Royce with a unique plate number. It was probably unmatched

people at the door were all taken aback as they saw Whitney step out of

her, word of

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