Just as she was about to return to the room, Charles grabbed her arm. He bent over, leaned closer to
her
ear, and said softly, “Other than in private, do not call me Mr. Newton again when we’re in this house.
Call me Hubby.”
But you aren’t actually my husband…
Even though Whitney could not get that word out of her mouth, she still agreed to the request, “All
right/”
Charles refused to loosen his grip. A teasing look appeared on his face as he quirked a brow. “Do it
once
now.”
Whitney lifted her head in shock. She was entirely baffled by the man before her.
This man is really unpredictable. He was still angry and berating me for showing the bruise on my neck
a moment ago, yet now he’s staring at me with a grin and demanding me to call him Hubby.
Goosebumps enveloped Whitney’s body, and she was reluctant to do as told. “Y–You should at least
give me some time… I can’t do it immediately.”
Charles grabbed onto her arm tightly, unwilling to let go. “You have to do it.”
Whitney was left with no choice.
A housekeeper, who happened to be passing by, caught sight of the couple leaning close to each other
and seemingly acting very intimate. Thinking it was a romantic act between them after waking up, the
housekeeper quickly walked away in embarrassment.
The tips of Whitney’s ears turned red. She bit her lip and called out awkwardly, “H–Hubby…”
She then tried to loosen herself from Charles‘ grip, yet the man was still reluctant to let her go.
“Can’t you speak clearly? Call me properly again.”
Whitney’s face flushed red, and her voice turned softer and softer as she said, “Hubby, I’m going to be
late for work. Hurry up and let go of me.”
Her voice was soft and gentle, making it extremely pleasing to the cars.
Feeling contented, Charles loosened his restraint on Whitney and let her return to the room.
As he gazed at the back of the woman who fled the scene, he could still hear her voice replay in his
head. The way she had called him Hubby was soft and feminine, and he got carried away easily.
After breakfast, Charles headed out of the villa to get his car before leaving for work.
Whitney was still sitting at the dining table, eating. She planned to eat slower so that she would not
have to leave the house together with Charles.
Suddenly, Jasmine asked doubtfully. “Whitney, Charles has already left. Don’t you two always leave the
house together?”
Unable to continue pretending that she did not see Charles‘ departure, Whitney could only put down
the fork and follow him out of the villa.
Charles had long legs and thus walked much faster than her.
When she finally reached the open–air parking lot, the man started the engine and whizzed right past
her without waiting for her to get in the car.
Whitney froze in her spot, embarrassed.
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