Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick)
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.

She bit her lip hard, refusing to let herself make a sound.

After washing up and wrapping her wound, she lingered in the bathroom for a while, intentionally extending her time there.

She hoped that by the time she exited the bathroom, he would already be sleeping.

About half an hour later, Whitney finally sauntered out of the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, the moment she opened the door, she almost bumped into Charles' solid chest.

Whitney was speechless.

Has he... been waiting at the door this whole time?

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

Returning to the bed, he turned off the lights and pulled her back into his arms.

It was time for bed.

Whitney was pressed tightly against his chest, listening to the sound of his strong and powerful heartbeat.

His hand rested on her waist; they were extremely close with each other.

The steady rhythm of breathing soon echoed from the person behind her, accompanied by a faint snoring sound. However, Whitney was not the least bit sleepy. Even though the two of them had an unpleasant encounter in the parking lot, it seemed as if nothing happened once they returned to the house.

When he called her his wife, did he mean it?

She did not know, nor did she dare to hope for too much.

After all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Lower your expectations, and you'll reduce your disappointments. Forget it. Don't think about it anymore.

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

Just at that moment, Jasmine came out of her room. Seeing them leaving together, she nodded approvingly. "That's more like it. Charles, you should have been bringing Whitney to work a long time ago. Now that she's injured, you must take good care of her."

"Yeah."

On the way to the company, the two of them traveled in silence.

Whitney felt a bit nervous.

If people from the company saw her getting out of Charles' car, it would be inevitable that more gossip would circulate.

However, Charles should be driving straight into the parking lot. I'll just wait for him to go up first, then I'll go.

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

He drove his luxury car straight to the front of the company building.

Seeing the bustling entrance, Whitney hurriedly rolled up the car window. Lowering her head, she asked in a low voice, "We're at the company. Why are you..."

Contrary to Whitney's anxiety, Charles appeared nonchalant. With an air of composure, he said. "You shouldn't move around that much. It's closer to reach the office from here. Get out." Kable.command, one that Whitney dared not refuse. With a sense of dread. she had no choice but to open the car door.

Charles' car was simply too cool.

It was a dark-gray Rolls-Royce with a unique plate number. It was probably unmatched in the entire Salinsburgh.

The people at the door were all taken aback as they saw Whitney step out of the car. Fearful of being recognized, Whitney kept her head down and hurriedly walked away.

Yet, unbeknownst to her, word of this scene still spread around.

In just one morning, her name became known to almost everyone in the company.

It was only when she went to work today that she found out Lana and the others had been fired. Several employees from the logistics department had left in just one day.

In the entire company, only Charles would be capable of pulling off something like this.

A vague understanding of what happened warmed Whitney's heart.

No matter how she looked at it, Charles helped her deal with those troublesome women, which could be considered as him protecting her.

Not to mention, a bodyguard was specifically arranged for her when she went out shopping.

Unfortunately, her joy did not last long, as Whitney soon heard another rumor about herself.

In the afternoon, she felt thirsty and went to the pantry for a cup of coffee. When she walked out of the pantry, she ran into Wrenna from the same department.

Crossing her arms, Wrenna blocked Whitney's path. "Whitney, I underestimated you. After hooking up with Mr. Turner, now you're onto Mr. Newton? Just because you're somewhat attractive, you think you can do whatever you want?"

"What?"

Whitney was confused. She could not understand what Wrenna was saying.

Seeing the confusion in Whitney's eyes, Wrenna became even angrier. "Stop acting like the victim! I have no respect for women like you who use underhanded tactics to climb the ladder! You seduced Mr. Newton, didn't you?"

In her previous company, Wrenna lost her original position to a woman who used her connections to climb the corporate ladder. As a result, she harbored a deep resentment toward Whitney.

At that moment, another employee from the department came over. Tugging at Wrenna, she whispered, "Do you think Whitney is easy to bully? You dare to confront her. Aren't you afraid she'll report you to Mr. Newton and get you fired too? I heard that Lana and the others are going to be driven out of Salinsburgh. You better not mess with her."

Although the person spoke in a low voice, Whitney could still hear her.

What? Lana and her group will be expelled from Salinsburgh How did it get so serious?

Meeting Whitney's puzzled gaze, Wrenna could not help but spit out, "Why should I be afraid of a shameless creature? If she has the guts, let her complain to Mr. Newton and have him fire me too!" The person hurriedly pulled Wrenna away, leaving Whitney standing in the same spot.

In the time that followed, Whitney could constantly feel eyes on her from all directions. There were thos filled with malice and mockery, as well as those who looked down on her.

Wherever she went, there were always eyes on her.

However, when she turned around, those people would quickly shift their gaze, acting as if nothing had happened.