Wooing My Ex-Wife

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

After tidying up everything, Whitney took the elevator down from the top floor. Seeing her listless appearance, all the company employees found it strange.

People also started to discuss.

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

“Who knows? A remarkable man like Mr. Newton is never short of women, let alone capable ones. For someone like her to capture Mr. Newton’s heart, it’s quite a challenge.”

Upon hearing their discussions, Whitney paused slightly, her spirits sinking.

After leaving the office, 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 make Charles fall in love with me within this period. Even if we become strangers in the future, I won’t blame him. I will only blame myself for not being capable enough to stand by his side.

After wandering around for a long time, Whitney realized that aside from the Newton residence, she surprisingly had nowhere else to go.

When she returned, she happened to run into Jasmine having her meal.

Seeing Whitney return so early, Jasmine quickly greeted her warmly. “Whitney, you’re back! Is work not too busy? Come and join us for a meal. Today, I asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite food…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Whitney acted as if she hadn’t seen Jasmine at all and went straight upstairs.

Seeing that. Jasmine couldn’t help but shake her head in resignation. She sighed softly. “Ah. better hurry back. Otherwise, Whitney might just fall ill from missing you too much.”

Returning to her room. Whitney sat blankly at her desk, which was filled with books that Charles had read.

Every night before bed, Charles would read for an hour.

Whitney picked up the book on top and started reading.

After reading a few pages, she gave up.

Charles’ book was filled with many things she couldn’t understand, a plethora of peculiar symbols, and even a host of inscrutable fallacies.

“This…”

She refused to give up, turning the pages of another book. Yet, the other books were as incomprehensible as the first. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Whitney had never imagined that reality could be so hard to accept.

Even though she was well aware of the differences between them, she never imagined that the gap would be so vast. It wasn’t something that a bit of effort could easily bridge.

“Perhaps… we really are from different worlds…”

She held the finance book with a desolate expression, remaining silent.

Whitney had been at home for three days, waiting every day for news from Charles. But no news came af

She remembered his words, and even if she was worried, she dared not to disturb him rashly

Knock Knock Knock!

The sound of knocking echoed Jasmine asked, “Whitney, are you okay? Would you like to go out and clear your mind? I know a fun place. Why don’t I take you there?”

A look of concern appeared on Jasmine’s face. For the 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 something might happen to her.

Squeak.

The door swung open from the 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 do.”

Seeing her in that state, how could Jasmine not be worried?

“Whitney, let me take you out for some fun. It’ll be good to let out your emotions.”

Jasmine’s eyes were filled with worry. She truly treated Whitney as a member of the family.

Whitney shook her head. “I’m really fine. I’ll be out in a bit.”

“All right. I’ll have the driver take you. Let me know when you’ll be back. I’ll come to pick you up myself. No refusals allowed.”

Whitney smiled and nodded. She really is like Charles, domineering when being kind to others.

Only after Jasmine had left did Whitney pull open the room’s curtains, allowing the glaring sunlight to pour in, dispelling the darkness within the room.

She stood in the sunlight as if the sunlight itself was gradually warming her up.

After a quick freshen-up and changing into some light clothing, Whitney put on a baseball cap and left the

Newton residence.

The driver asked, “Mrs. Newton, where are we going?”

Where to?

Whitney also didn’t know.

“Wherever.”

The driver was taken aback by her words. Seeing that she had already closed her eyes, he didn’t dare to ask anything more. He could only drive the luxury car a bit more smoothly.

The weather that day was splendid. The driver cracked the window open just a bit, allowing a gentle breeze to drift in from outside.

Whitney found the breeze quite pleasant. As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a lush greenery that exuded a vibrant energy.

It was early autumn, and there was still a bit of chill in the wind outside.

As she passed by a lake, the sound of children’s laughter from the lakeside caught Whitney’s attention. Let’s stop here,” she said. “You can go back first. No need to wait for me”

After getting out of the vehicle. Whitney headed toward the lakeside.

The driver, uneasy, pulled the luxury car to a stop. keeping a close watch on Whitney’s every move

Fortunately, Whitney was just sitting on the grass, watching the children playing and laughing in front of her. She really liked that scene.

Thud.

A soccer ball hit her leg, and a little boy around five or six years old walked over, his face full of apology he said. “I’m sorry, miss. Did I hurt your leg?”