Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 828 Beyond Resenting. 

Whitney’s heart raced as she was lost in the depths of his profound blue eyes.

“Did that person hurt you just now?”

Upon hearing his concern, a warm sensation surged through her heart. She shook her head.

“No.”

As the music reached its climax, their dance steps quickened. The two of them began to dance in the center of the dance floor, and the people around them tactfully made room.

When the music stopped, everyone ceased dancing.

Whitney was in Charles’ arms, feeling his heartbeat.

The strong and powerful sound provided her a sense of comfort.

After the dance, the pain in her ankle intensified. Whitney said aloud, “Mr. Newton, I need to use the restroom.”

While they were dancing earlier, Whitney was holding it in. She needed to go to the restroom to put a damp paper towel on it, lest she embarrass herself later.

The moment she turned around, her wrist was grabbed. Whitney looked at him, puzzled.

“From now on, there’s no need to address me as Mr. Newton outside the office.”

Charles felt somewhat annoyed with the manner of address. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want her to call him that. It seemed to subconsciously increase the distance between. them.

Whitney chuckled lightly, nodding her head as she replied, “I understand, Charles.”

Charles let go of her hand, and only then did she go to the restroom.

To avoid dirtying her gown, Whitney carefully lifted her skirt as she slowly made her way to the restroom.

High heels might make one look beautiful, but there was an immense price to pay.

When she took off her shoes, she noticed that blisters had formed on her ankles.

With a gentle touch, a piercing pain was felt immediately.

Gasp!

Bearing the pain, she pricked open the blister and took out a band-aid from her bag to cover it.

She felt thankful for her habit of always carrying band-aids with her. It finally came in handy. that day.

Once she was done, Whitney emerged from the bathroom. With the wound now covered, the pain was just about bearable.

Recalling his recent tenderness, Whitney joyfully returned to the banquet hall.

Unexpectedly, she saw Charles talking to Gwendolyn. The smile on his face was genuine, and his joy was evident. He seemed to be in a completely different mood from when he was with her.

The joy and affection had clearly came from the heart.

While talking to Gwendolyn, Charles had a sparkle in his eyes.

The joy that filled Whitney’s heart just moments ago vanished in an instant, replaced by boundless despair.

The moment they just spent dancing together felt as if it was stolen. It had become something that couldn’t see the light of day, only to be kept hidden away in the heart.

Seeing the two engrossed in their conversation, Whitney’s spirits fell. She decided not to interrupt and risk embarrassment. Silently, she turned around to leave, planning to return to her car and wait until the party was over.

After discussing work-related matters with Charles, Gwendolyn couldn’t help but bring up Whitney again. “Ms. Mel Mellor is quite impressive, and Zendy really likes her too. You better not miss out on her again.”

Charles flashed a wry smile, shaking his head. “Gwen, you know me…”

How could I so easily shift my feelings onto someone else?

Even though he didn’t resent Whitney, that was the extent of his feelings toward her for now.

They were in a cooperative and contractual relationship.

Not planning on discussing the matter further with him, Gwendolyn changed the subject: “Benny’s health has improved a lot recently. I’ve added some outdoor activities for him.”

The mention of Benedict triggered a glint of guilt in Charles’s eyes as he lowered his gaze.

“Gwen, the renovation for the aquarium that Benny requested is too big and difficult. I’m still clueless about it. Is Benny mad at me?” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“No, he was giving you a hard time on purpose, knowing it would be difficult for you to accomplish. Don’t worry. He wasn’t really serious. Just do what you can.”

Cedrick, who was nearby, waved at Gwendolyn. At his cue, Gwendolyn immediately bid. farewell to Charles and cheerfully walked toward Cedrick and naturally threaded her arm through her husband’s.

As Charles watched the two figures leave, his blue eyes dimmed, his gaze evasive. After a moment, he remembered that Whitney had just mentioned that she was going to the restroom.

It’s been so long, and she still hasn’t returned.

Thinking of Whitney, Charles scanned the crowd but failed to spot her, causing him to frown.

Just then, his phone vibrated. It was a message from Whitney: I’ll wait for you in the car. My ankle hurts too much.

Upon seeing the message, Charles’s face regained its composure. He then left the banquet hall.

Once back in the car, he showed his concern by asking, “How’s your ankle?”

Whitney set aside her thoughts and responded calmly, “I’m not really used to wearing high heels. They’ve rubbed my heels raw, but it’s fine, I’ve already taken care of it.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Charles didn’t say anything else, nor did he notice the subtle change in Whitney’s mood. He just drove away.

The next day, Whitney went to work as usual and redid the proposal, sending a new copy to Queenie.

The injury on Whitney’s ankle made her limp as she walked. On her way to the pantry, she ran into Lana and her gang. Sissi blocked her path and began to make sarcastic remarks.

“Well, well, isn’t this the famous intern who stole the show at the meeting? How did you end up limping? Did you do something you shouldn’t have, and this is your comeuppance?”

With a cold gaze, Whitney looked at the group and said, “We all know what you’ve done. Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, are you threatening us? Don’t get too cocky…”

With a swift motion, Whitney pushed Sissi, who was blocking her way, and turned back to warn her, “If you play with fire, you’ll get burned.”

Having said that, she hopped forward, not caring about the expressions of the group behind her.

The incident served as a lesson for her, reminding her that in all matters, thorough planning and preparation were essential to ensure nothing goes awry.

After the lunch break, Charles called Isaac into his office.

Isaac’s face was pale, his expression haggard.

“Mr. Newton, you wanted to see me?”

Glancing at him from the corner of his eye, Charles casually tossed a stack of documents. over and instructed, “Take these files to Whitney. Have her summarize them and send the report to my email.”

“Yes, Mr. Newton.”

Isaac, holding the documents, went to see Whitney.

After he called her out, the staff from the logistics department, especially Sissi and her gang, put on nosey expressions.

“See, didn’t I tell you? Whitney must have seduced Mr. Turner in private. Otherwise, why would both Ms. Zeller and Mr. Newton treat her so well?”

“Given Mr. Newton’s temperament, any ordinary person who made such a big mistake would have been fired from the company by now. Yet, she’s still allowed to stay.”

Lana chimed in from the side, “All of us work in the same department, doing the same tasks. Why should she receive special treatment? This is too unfair. Sissi, you’ve been in our department the longest. Why don’t you be the judge? Are we really victimizing her?”

Everyone else concurred and added, “Such malpractices should be eradicated from our department. Otherwise, wouldn’t it corrupt our team culture?”

Sissi was a seasoned veteran in the company, so she could naturally read between the lines of what her colleagues were saying.

Compared to a junior intern like Whitney, she didn’t want to offend the full-time employees. of the company. So, she went along with their consensus.

“Before Whitney arrived, our department culture was never like this. If everyone starts using their looks to get ahead, I’m afraid no one will take their work seriously anymore.”

A triumphant glint flashed in Lana’s eyes. Now that Whitney had incurred the wrath of the crowd, she wondered how long Whitney could possibly continue to stay in the company.