Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick)
Chapter 839 You Have Not Learned Your Lesson

Those gossip-loving folks instantly perked up, eagerly pulling her aside to discuss the details.

Looking out through the blinds, Queenie noticed people gathering in small groups and started to chat idly. With a frown, she stepped outside.

The crisp sound of high heels echoed, Queenie slapped the table, and said sternly, "Do

you all have too much free time on your hands? Why are you still in the mood for idle chatter? Do you think our department can outperform all the other departments in the company?" Queenie was furious, and those people quickly dispersed, returning to their own workstations.

Lana and Sissi, who had just left the Newton Group's building, had their faces filled with sorrow. They felt as if their lives had suddenly become utterly miserable.

However, something even more dreadful was waiting for them.

They had not gone far from the building when several police cars drove up and parked by the roadside. In no time, they were surrounded.

"Are you Lana, Sissi, Janice...?"

"You are suspected of planning a car accident and engaging in a group fight, please come with us."

In the end, the three of them were handcuffed. They cried their hearts out, unable to get up from the ground. They were forcibly lifted and pushed into the police car.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

At last, Whitney had completed all her checkups. The diagnosis revealed that she had a slight concussion. and her leg had suffered some bruising. She would need to take some time to recover. Looking at the results on the report, Whitney couldn't help but shake her head. She limped out of the hospital, ready to hail a cab, but she saw Isaac at the hospital entrance.

Due to previous rumors, they hadn't communicated for quite a long time.

Well, now that we've run into each other, it wouldn't be right not to say hello.

Whitney limped to the side of the road and waved at him. "Mr. Turner, what brings you here?"

Isaac hurriedly opened the car door and said respectfully, "Mrs. Newton, I have come to pick you up as per Mr. Newton's instructions."

Seeing that Whitney didn't move, Isaac explained, "Actually, Mr. Newton was worried that something might happen to you from the beginning. That's why he asked me to arrange for someone to follow your car He didn't expect that incident to happen. Hence, he sent me to pick you up and take you back to the company"

Seeing the bandage on Whitney's head, Isaac couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright?"

"No worries. It's just a minor scrape. It'll heal with a bit of rest"

Whitney has never been one to overdramatize, nor would she make a fuss over a minor injury.

As they were nearing the company, Whitney hastily asked Isaac to stop the car.

"Um... should I go in first?"

Isaac, of course, understood her concerns. He nodded and replied, "I apologize, Mrs. Newton, for any inconvenience caused earlier. Please go ahead, I will report back to Mr. Newton."

After parting ways with Isaac, Whitney hopped back to the logistics department, increasingly aware that the way people looked at her had changed again.

But Whitney couldn't be bothered.

Upon inspection, she found out that only a small amount of the purchased items had issues, the rest were actually quite fine.

As for compensation, the amount of ten thousand yuan should be sufficient.

After estimating the approximate amount, Whitney's worried heart finally settled down. This price was something she could accept.

When it was time to knock off, Whitney started packing up to leave. Then, she unexpectedly found that Lana and Sissi's belongings were missing. What happened during the time I was away?

She caught a colleague before they left, and asked, "Lilith, why haven't I seen Lana and the others? Have they been transferred from our department?"

A look of panic crossed Lilith's face when she was caught by Whitney. She quickly pulled away from her grasp. "You should ask someone else. I don't know, and don't ask me again in the future." After that, Lilith quickly walked away.

Whitney was utterly perplexed. Why do I feel that I was a harbinger of doom? I could see the fear in Lilith's eyes.

What on earth happened?

A vague sense of unease lingered in Whitney's heart. Limping, she descended the stairs to the parking lot. She quietly waited by the side of Charles' most frequently used luxury car still parked in the garage after seeing it.

Two hours passed before Charles finally showed up in the parking lot.

Charles quickened his pace to reach her when he saw the wound on her forehead from a distance.

"Why are you so clumsy? You even hurt yourself while shopping

Upon exiting, the words of concern involuntarily turned into reproach.

Whitney bit her lip tightly, her lips turning pale.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault, I... I have to go now."

Whitney limped, and turned to leave.

Charles furrowed his brows, grabbing her wrist. "Your leg is in this condition. What are you trying to prove? Trying to play the victim?"

"I didn't."

Whitney tried to shake off his hand, but it only resulted in him tightening his grip even more.

"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?"

Charles was very annoyed.

He was already worried about her condition, and now she was throwing a tantrum.

A pang of pain shot through her wrist, causing Whitney to sharply inhale. Holding back her tears, she pleaded, "Mr. Newton, please let go."

An icy formality in address instantly ignited Charles' temper,

He yanked her over, pulling her hands above her head, and pressed them against the car. His voice was cold and grinding. "It seems like you still haven't learned your lesson."

Her wrists were slender, so much so that they could be completely encircled by just one hand. Charles's other hand forcefully gripped her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze. The look in Whitney's eyes was defiant. Her entire face radiating a sense of discontent and grievance.

Hmm... She seems like an easy target.....

Seeing her in this state, Charles couldn't help his subconscious actions, and once again kissed her pale lips.

Being stuck in this position, Whitney had no choice but to tilt her head back, and leaned her body against the car.

His kiss was domineering and unreasonable as always.

Pain radiated from her lips. Then, a metallic taste of blood spreading throughout my mouth.

"Hiss..."

The pain on her lips spread throughout her body. Whitney mustered all her strength to push him away, gently touching her lips with her hand, and sure enough, she felt blood.

Is he born in the Year of the Dog?

She was about to turn around and leave when she put weight on her injured leg without realizing it. The pain was so intense that she fell to the ground.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of large hands placed on her waist, lifting her entire body up.

With a sudden lift into the air. Whitney could only cling tightly to Charles' neck to maintain her balance.

She was shoved into the passenger seat, and Charles roughly fastened her seat belt.

He started the luxury car and left the parking lot.

Throughout the journey, the atmosphere in the car was icy cold, with no one taking the initiative to speak.

Upon returning to the Newton residence, Jasmine saw that Whitney was injured. She quickly expressed her concern. "What happened? How did you get hurt like this out of the blue? Charles, how could you let Sissi get hurt!"

Charles remained silent, while Whitney explained, "Don't worry, Jasmine. A minor issue arose with a project I'm handling. When I went to resolve it, I accidentally scraped the car. It's not a big deal, and it has nothing to do with Charles."

"Charles, you are really something. Whitney is your wife after all. How could you not arrange for someone to accompany her..."

While grumbling under her breath, Jasmine took Whitney from Charles's hands, ready to help her upstairs.

She initially wanted to call the Newton family's private doctor to check on Whitney, but the latter declined.

The two of them made their way through the hall. Jasmine found it very difficult to support her as she had no experience in caring for others. Whitney silently endured the pain, not uttering a word as they headed. towards the staircase.

Just as Whitney was about to reach the staircase, she suddenly found herself suspended in mid-air.

By the time she reacted, she was already held in Charles's arms, his hand around her waist.

"I'll take care of my wife myself."