Chapter 758


    “Ugh…” Whitney endured the pain with a frown. As she barely had any energy left, she couldn’t escape


    him.


    Looking aggrieved, she said, “I’m just your wife in name who’ll be a stranger to you a yearter.


    Yesterday, I made you angry, and you warned me, and today you didn’te to pick me up. You’re


    clearly punishing me. Were you expecting me to throw away my pride and call you to drive me home?


    Is that it? I could’ve returned on my own, but my phone ran out of battery. It’s not like I got myself lost


    on purpose. You were the one who didn’t want me to rely on you, Charles, and I know I can’t because


    how else am I supposed to live without you a yearter? Sooner orter, I’m going to have to


    familiarize myself with the route to work. The route will be etched into my mind after I make a few more


    mistakes.”


    The sting on her cheek lingered as she endured the pain Charles inflicted on her by pulling her hair.


    Intensely aggrieved, Whitney continued, “Why are you doing this to me, Charles? I know I was wrong. I


    won’t ask about your past with Gwendolyn again. I know I don’t deserve to learn about your past and


    that I can’t bepared to her in your heart, but I’m doing my best, too. I pursued you for five years


    after moving to Chanaea from Tayhaven. It’s not like I’m asking you to like me. I merely want you not to


    treat me so harshly. This way, I’ll still have a positive image of you in my mind after I leave you in a—”


    Without warning, Charles tossed his umbre away, pressed her head toward him, and kissed her lips.


    His kisses were domineering.


    Whitney felt as though she had been struck by lightning.


    Her mind went nk. Even her breath was almost stolen by that unexpected kiss.


    Charles… is kissing me? Is he crazy?


    She hammered her fist on his chest, but she was too weak to cause any harm to him.


    Charles hugged her tighter, attacking her olfactory senses with his scent.


    No pedestrians or vehicles passed them by on the secluded street.


    There was only Charles’ luxury car illuminating the two embracing figures.


    Even the cold, rainy air seemed to have be sweeter due to the kiss.


    The passionate kisssted for a few minutes until Whitney fainted in his arms.


    “Whitney?” Charles stared at his pale face, then removed his coat and wrapped it around her


    shoulders. He carried her into his car and drove back to the Newton residence.


    Jasmine was startled when she saw Charles carrying Whitney into the house. “What happened to


    Whitney? Why is she so pale? Was she kidnapped? Is she hurt? Didn’t you bring an umbre with you,


    Charles? Why are you wet as well?”


    Charles could not be bothered to answer any of her questions. He turned to Manuel and ordered, “Get


    the family doctor.”


    “Will do, Mr. Newton.”


    Charles brought Whitney upstairs and ced her on the bed before unbuttoning her shirt to change her


    clothes.


    A momentter, he ceased his impatient movements upon realizing something and didn’t move again


    for a long while.


    Right then, Jasmine came over to check up on them.


    Immediately, Charles said, “Help me change her clothes. Her suitcase is in the far left closet.”


    He then exited the room with a grimace, his long eyshes concealing the panic in his eyes.


    Jasmine was confused. “What? Whitney’s your wife. Why are you so embarrassed about helping her


    change her clothes?”


    Bang!


    The only response she received was the loud mming of the door.


    “Seriously, who treats their wife like this?” spat Jasmine before carrying out her brother’s request.


    She grabbed a set of pajamas from the closet and helped Whitney change into that.


    A whileter, the family doctor arrived and took Whitney’s temperature.


    As she was drenched in the rain for hours, she caught a fever, which was unsurprising, and her body


    was particrly weak because she didn’t have dinner.


    The doctor hooked her up to an IV drip with a nutritional solution and fever medicine inside. It was the


    most effective way.


    Charles escaped from the room to prevent others from spotting him losing his cool.


    He went to the study and shut the door to calm himself down.


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    The rain was still pouring from the sky with no end in sight.


    The raindrops split the ss windows into cracks. The atmosphere in the study was heavy.


    Charles leaned against the window and smoked a cigarette, his face contorted.


    He couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss he had shared with Whitney on the side of the road.


    His heart was still pounding, and he couldn’t calm it down.


    Why did I… kiss her? I never thought I could do something as ridiculous as that. It was like I was


    possessed. I only wanted to stop her incessant chatter. I never thought I would ever have romantic


    feelings for a woman other than Gwendolyn. However, at that moment, I really did feel something for


    Whitney. I’ve loved Gwendolyn for over a decade, yet I didn’t kiss her even once. Instead, I shared my


    first kiss with Whitney…


    Exasperated, he extinguished the cigarette and removed a white wine with high alcoholic content from


    the shelf.


    Then, he returned to the window and drank while admiring the rain.


    He tried to numb his nerves and stop himself from overthinking.


    As Whitney was exhausted, she didn’t wake up until the next morning.


    When she did, the scent of oatmeal wafted into her nose.


    Jasmine had just entered the room with a bowl of hot oatmeal. “You’re awake, Whitney. You scared me


    last night.”


    Whitney sat up weakly and leaned against the headboard. With a hoarse voice, she asked, “How did I


    get back?”


    “Charles carried you back.” Jasmineid the bowl on the table. “Tell me the truth. What happened


    between you and Charles?”


    “What?”


    “Don’t y dumb with me, Whitney. He didn’t pick you up from thepany and made you take the


    subway back home, so you got lost. And I was the one who changed your clothes because he asked


    me to. Something’s going on between the two of you.”


    Whitney looked down at the pajamas she was wearing and felt relieved. Her head was still spinning,


    but she could remember Charles kissing her on the side of the roadst night.


    Her cheeks burned slightly. “It has nothing to do with him. It was my fault. I handled something… poorly


    two days ago, which ticked him off.”


    A resigned sigh escaped Jasmine’s lips. “You don’t need to cover for him, you know?”


    “I’m not…” Whitney smiled weakly, a sincere look in her eyes.


    Jasmine sighed again. She couldn’t bear to tell Whitney the truth.


    I can’t stand how Charles is treating her. If he weren’t my brother, I would’ve admonished him as hard


    as I could. He can’t even help his sick wife change her clothes! And he didn’t visit her once or ask the


    doctor about her condition. Instead of taking care of her, he stayed in the study the entire night as


    though he was avoiding the gue. It’s like he doesn’t care about his wife at all. How did someone as


    heartless as him find a wife as wonderful as Whitney? He doesn’t deserve her who’s willing to go along


    with him no matter what he does.