Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 850 Different World

The sound of splashing water echoed from the bathroom. Whitney shed her grimy dress and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the fatigue and unhappiness of her day.

She lazily leaned against the bathtub, unintentionally catching sight of his bathrobe left at home. We could have spent tonight in sheer joy.

In no time at all, a thick mist rose within the bathroom, veiling the expression on her face.

After taking a bath, Whitney came out wearing his bathrobe, threw herself onto the bed, and greedily inhaled the scent of his pillow.

The pillow seemed to still carry the scent of Charles.

She stared at the ceiling, wanting to sleep and forget her troubles. However, sleep cluded her.

She had grown accustomed to the presence of Charles by her side, accustomed to falling asleep to the sound of his breathing, accustomed to his embrace, his chest.

Now, the night was far too quiet.

In the end, it was only as dawn was breaking that she finally managed to fall asleep.

The alarm rang in the early morning, and Whitney instantly sat up in bed. She quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs as if someone was urging her to get things done.

“Whitney…

Before Jasmine could finish her sentence, Whitney had already run out of the Newton residence.

It seemed that when she got busy, she wouldn’t dwell on the things that made her unhappy.

After squeezing onto the subway and rushing for the bus, she finally managed to clock in for work before

nine.

Whitney arrived at her desk, panting heavily. Suddenly, she realized that with Charles gone now, there was no one to assign her tasks.

Her position was Charles’ personal assistant, a role distinct from other assistants.

Getting up, she went to Charles’ office. As usual, she watered the plants in the office and tidied up the things on his desk.

There were still open files on his desk, which could prove that his departure was abrupt, as Charles had always been a person who loved to organize and tidy up

the top floor. Seeing her listless appearance, all the company employees found it

also started

always commute with the CEO Why did she leave so early today? It seems like I haven’t seen Mr Newton since he

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is never short of women, let alone capable ones. For someone like her to

paused

she wandered aimlessly on the streets, replaying the conversation she heard in her mind. Indeed, they’re right. If I possess abilities like Gwendolyn, I can lend him a hand, and he won’t have to fight alone. A year can pass very quickly, and I’m not confident that I can

around for a long time, Whitney realized that aside from

to run into Jasmine having her

not too busy? Come and join us for a meal. Today, I asked

finish her sentence, Whitney acted as if she hadn’t seen

help but shake her head in resignation. She sighed softly. “Ah. better hurry back. Otherwise, Whitney

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at her desk, which was filled with books that Charles had read.

night before bed, Charles would read for an hour.

picked up the book on

a few pages, she gave

understand, a plethora of peculiar symbols, and even

“This…”

to give up, turning the pages of another book. Yet, the other books were as incomprehensible

as the first.

reality could be so hard to

aware of the differences between them, she never imagined that the gap

are from different

book with a desolate expression, remaining

days, waiting every day for news from Charles. But no news

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his words, and even if she was worried, she

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Knock Knock Knock!

sound of knocking echoed Jasmine asked, “Whitney, are you okay? Would you like to go out and clear your mind? I

past three days, Whitney had done nothing but lock herself in her room, only coming out to eat. She didn’t talk to anyone, and Jasmine was genuinely worried that

Squeak.

inside, and Whitney managed to squeeze out a smile. “I’m fine, Jasmine. I’ll go for a stroll in a bit. You go ahead with your work if you have something to

how could Jasmine not be

for some fun. It’ll

filled with worry. She truly treated Whitney as a