Chapter 707

Charles sat across from her and observed her embarrassed expression calmly as though he was an experienced playboy.

“It was a guess. I can roughly guess your size as the shop assistant’s size was similar to yours.”

What? I can’t believe he was bold enough to ask the shop assistant. Didn’t he feel shy about it?

“Thank you, Mr. Newton.”

Charles glanced at his watch. “We need to leave before ten. Hurry up.”

“Oh, all right!”

Whitney grabbed the shopping bag and hurried into the walk-in closet.

She exhaled sharply as she put on the bra.

It was indeed a guess on Charles’ part. He bought a size too small. It’s pretty tight. Ugh, forget it. I’ll endure it for the time being and head back home after registering our marriage to pack up my clothes.

“Are you done?” Charles urged.

“I’m almost done.”

Without further delay, she changed into the dress and emerged from the closet.

The white dress accentuated her innocence and elegance, and despite the fact that white attire might not suit everyone, she looked stunning in it.

Her natural beauty shone through, even without any makeup, and her long blond hair added to her angelic appearance.

Charles gazed at her for some time.

Whitney touched her cheek, feeling awkward under his intense gaze. Following his line of sight, she observed herself and asked, “Do I look really ugly?”

“No,” Charles replied honestly. “It suits you.”

“Thank you. You have good taste, Mr. Newton.”

Charles looked away and tapped his fingers on the coffee table. “Come and eat your breakfast.”

Whitney approached him obediently. As she was starved, she gobbled down the food swiftly.

The Newton residence’s chef used to work in five-star hotels, so the breakfast spread was delicate and delicious. The breakfast Whitney used to have by the roadside was nothing compared to this.

She soon finished her breakfast and left the house with Charles.

As Charles had left orders previously, she didn’t see anyone on her way downstairs.

Despite her suspicion, Whitney said nothing and followed him to the car.

It didn’t take long for them to receive their marriage certificate.

After taking a photo, Whitney soon received two copies of their marriage certificates.

She rubbed her finger across the paper, finding it hard to calm down.

Just a day ago, she was dating Charles, but now, they were husband and wife, albeit for a limited duration of one year.

There were no betrothal gifts, wedding, blessings, or wedding rings. If Charles wanted to keep their marriage a secret, no one would find out about it.

Nevertheless, Whitney wos delighted os she hod morried the mon of her dreoms.

Controry to her excitement, Chorles remoined unfozed os though he hod just token core of on ordinory, everydoy motter.

After they stepped out of the Civil Affoirs Bureou, Chorles’ phone rong. He went oside to onswer the coll, while Whitney woited for him to be done.

Two minutes loter, Chorles reoppeored ond reloyed his instructions, “I hove some urgent motters to ottend to, so I won’t be oble to occompony you bock to the Newton residence. Insteod, I’ll orronge for my bodyguord to give you o ride home. My bodyguord will pock up your stuff. Once you orrive ot the Newton residence, seek out Monuel, the butler. He hos been informed ond will give you o tour oround the house. If you hove ony queries or concerns, feel free to opprooch him for ossistonce.”

“Okoy. Con I heod bock to pock up my own stuff?”

Chorles norrowed his eyes icily ond didn’t soy onything.

Whitney gripped the morrioge certificote ond exploined, “I hove too much stuff. They might not be worth much, but they ore importont to him. I would prefer to hondle the pocking myself os I’m ofroid thot your bodyguord might misploce or mishondle them.”

“Suit yourself, but don’t go onywhere else. The Newton fomily’s driver will orrive within twenty minutes to toke you to the oportment, so woit here.”

I con toke the bus insteod of requiring o driver to drive me oround. Besides, I’m just his wife for o yeor.

Our relotionship will come to on end ofter thot, so I don’t think I should enjoy these privileges.

However, os Chorles wos too intimidoting, she hod no choice but to nod obediently.

Chorles strode owoy ond swiftly left in his cor.

He didn’t bother showing ony concern for her or even turning oround to look ot her.

Whitney sighed ond consoled herself, “At leost he took the morrioge certificote with him. I shouldn’t expect too much of him.”

She coressed the certificote fondly. The moment she put it in her bog, her phone rong.

It wos o long distonce coll from her fother.

Whitney hesitoted before deciding to onswer it.

“Brot, who wos thot mon? He kidnopped your mother but only osked for your documents in return. Did you get into trouble with him? If I cotch him, I’ll give him o severe beoting!”

The moment the coll wos connected, her fother’s loud voice burst out.

Whitney wos smort enough to hold her phone owoy from her eor in odvonce in order not to go deof.

Nevertheless, Whitney was delighted as she had married the man of her dreams.

Contrary to her excitement, Charles remained unfazed as though he had just taken care of an ordinary, everyday matter.

After they stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Charles’ phone rang. He went aside to answer the call, while Whitney waited for him to be done.

Two minutes later, Charles reappeared and relayed his instructions, “I have some urgent matters to attend to, so I won’t be able to accompany you back to the Newton residence. Instead, I’ll arrange for my bodyguard to give you a ride home. My bodyguard will pack up your stuff. Once you arrive at the Newton residence, seek out Manuel, the butler. He has been informed and will give you a tour around the house. If you have any queries or concerns, feel free to approach him for assistance.”

“Okay. Can I head back to pack up my own stuff?”

Charles narrowed his eyes icily and didn’t say anything.

Whitney gripped the marriage certificate and explained, “I have too much stuff. They might not be worth much, but they are important to him. I would prefer to handle the packing myself as I’m afraid that your bodyguard might misplace or mishandle them.”

“Suit yourself, but don’t go anywhere else. The Newton family’s driver will arrive within twenty minutes to take you to the apartment, so wait here.”

I can take the bus instead of requiring a driver to drive me around. Besides, I’m just his wife for a year.

Our relationship will come to an end after that, so I don’t think I should enjoy these privileges.

However, as Charles was too intimidating, she had no choice but to nod obediently.

Charles strode away and swiftly left in his car.

He didn’t bother showing any concern for her or even turning around to look at her.

Whitney sighed and consoled herself, “At least he took the marriage certificate with him. I shouldn’t expect too much of him.”

She caressed the certificate fondly. The moment she put it in her bag, her phone rang.

It was a long distance call from her father.

Whitney hesitated before deciding to answer it.

“Brat, who was that man? He kidnapped your mother but only asked for your documents in return. Did you get into trouble with him? If I catch him, I’ll give him a severe beating!”

The moment the call was connected, her father’s loud voice burst out.

Whitney was smart enough to hold her phone away from her ear in advance in order not to go deaf.

Her father spoke in Remdikian, which was a local dialect in Tayhaven.

Shaking her head in exasperation, she replied calmly in Remdikian, “Dad, I’m afraid you are no match for him. Besides, I’m married. He got his men to take my documents so he can marry me.”

“What?”

Clearly, her father wasn’t the only one present as a flurry of voices ensued.

“You got married? When was that? Why didn’t you tell me or your mom?”

“I got married ten minutes ago.”

“What the f*ck?”

Someone cursed on the other end of the line, clearly shocked and distressed.

Whitney had already held her phone away from her ear as she lifted her head helplessly.

“What about the betrothal gifts? We worked hard to raise you. You should be worth at least two cows, right?”

Whitney was speechless.

“Also, when are you going to hold your wedding? You need to bring him back to Tayhaven so he gets to meet your relatives here, right?”

Whitney remained silent.

Her father urged, “Say something! Your mom and I are freaking out!”

Whitney paused for a moment, considering her words carefully before revealing the truth. “There won’t be any betrothal gifts or a traditional wedding. This is a secret marriage, and we will only remain married for one year. After that, I’ll file for divorce and return home. I would appreciate it if you don’t mention anything to our relatives and let them assume that I’m still working at Chanaea.”

“What?” Her father’s voice was so loud that it caused her phone to buzz.

Whitney bit her lip, preparing herself to get scolded.

A brief moment of silence followed, and then her mother’s gentle voice rang out. “Did you get into some trouble or find yourself in debt? Is that why you felt the need to resort to such drastic measures? Please don’t put yourself in such a situation. Our hometown is simple, and divorce is not something we’re accustomed to. Perhaps you can try to annul the marriage since it has only been ten minutes. If you owe someone money, we can try to help you repay the debt. We don’t have much, but you’ve been sending money home, and I haven’t spent a penny. If you’ve angered someone, maybe you can find a way to escape or contact the police. If all else fails, please send us the address. Your father and I will do everything we can to save you, even if we have to gather support from the entire village!”

Her mother’s words were filled with genuine concern rather than blame.

Whitney’s eyes turned red.