Chapter 849 Why Is She Always The Unlucky One
Wooing My Ex-Wife
At Charles words. Whitneyâs leashed emotions suddenly broke free Biting her lower lip hard to hold her sobs back, she murmured. âItâs okay. Are you okay over there? Is it overly dangerous!
When she was in Tayhaven back then, she heard Muprary was in a state of great turmoil. Warfare raged year-round there, and it was common for thugs to open fire and kill people.
â The danger is still manageable. The new company weâve established here has run into some trouble, and they need me to step in and sort things out. If all goes well, I should be back in two days If things didnât go smoothly, there was no telling how long it might take.
Charles didnât explain the kind of trouble involved.
In truth, the local bigwig there had captured their companyâs staff and demanded an exorbitant ransom.
If they didnât see Charles within a day, they threatened to kill one of the hostages in their hands, The local bigwig was a notorious gang leader in Muprary and had never once failed to put his threats into action.
The companyâs staff were innocent, and Charles couldnât disregard their safety.
Subsequently. Whitney recalled some other assistants saying that Newton Group established a new company in Muprary to mine locally in preparation for venturing into the jewelry business.
If he needs to step in to resolve the issue, it must be quite tricky Charles then continued, âGo home earlier. You can skip work while Iâm not in the office these days. Iâll make up for our missed date next time.â
Holding the phone and listening to his response, Whitney was slightly taken aback.
That was the first time he explained what he was doing. On top of that, he admitted to their date.
âMost importantly, youâre safe. Iâll wait for you to come back.â
âOkay. Donât contact me these few days. Iâm hanging up âButââ
Before Whitney had finished speaking. Charles had already hung up on the other end of the phone.
Thus, their first date ended up being a total washout Just then, a knock sounded on the private roomâs door. The server tentatively asked once again. âHow much longer do you think youâll need, Ms. Mellor? Weâre about to close.â
Whitney didnât respond to that, simply picking up her bag before walking out of the restaurant.
No sooner had she stepped out of the restaurant than the lights within were promptly turned off. She sat all alone on the bench by the entrance.
Casting her mind back to the joy she felt earlier in the day when she found out that he wanted to go on a date with her to the depression swamping her right then, she was somewhat dazed.
The might sky was shrouded in fog, with the moon hiding behind the clouds. The streets were sparsely populated, with only Whitney sitting there alone.
Rumble!
A clap of thunder split the air. She looked up at the sky and murmured, âItâs going to rain soon.â
Back when she lived in the mountains, she often heard such thunder. Each time, she would get scared and hide in her room, not daring to leave the room.
But right then, she even dared to face such thunder.
The downpour arrived swiftly, drenching Whitneyâs clothes. In no time at all, she was completely soaked.
The distant shricks of passersby drifted into her ears. She looked up to see people running like lightning. A cloud of mist rose from the street, blurring her vision.
She raised both hands, catching the falling rain as the relentless downpour pelted her pale face without mercy.
Itâs time to go home.
Before Whitney had even stood up, a car zoomed past her on the road, splashing an enormous wave of water. In an instant, her dress was drenched with mud.
Her white knitted dress was splattered with layers of mud.
Whitney looked at her soiled dress in surprise, her mood instantly plummeting to an all-time low.
Her splattered skirt was seemingly the last straw that broke the camelâs back. She couldnât help but tear up. rooted in place dazedly for quite some time.
The rain grew increasingly heavier, showing no signs of stopping. Whitney knew that if she tarried there any longer, she would definitely catch a cold.
She touched her thoroughly wet cheeks, forcing a bitter smile. I must look quite unsightly and pathetic now. huh?
The makeup on her face had completely lost its original appearance under the heavy rain. Her face was drenched, and she couldnât tell whether it was her own tears or the falling rain.
While she was on the subway, a passerbyâs unruly child pointed at Whitney rudely and said. âIs this lady dressed up as a ghost, Mommy? Why does she look so scary? Could she be here to take our lives?â
The mother of the unruly child was quite startled and quickly smacked her childâs pointing finger.
admonishing, âWhat nonsense are you talking about? Donât always talk about others. Itâs impolite.â
Despite her words, the look she gave Whitney was full of disdain.
When the subway stopped at the next station, she quickly ushered her son off the train as though truly regarding Whitney as a ghost.
Whitney, whose mood was already thoroughly ruined, paid no mind to their conversation.
Right then she merely felt cold all over. Through the reflection in the subway window, she finally saw that her makeup had smeared all over her face. No wonder that unruly kid called me a ghost.
It didnât matter anymore, for she hadnât have the energy to care about all that.
After getting off the subway, Whitney dragged her weary body back to the Newton residence. When she opened the door and stepped into the villa, she gave the help quite a fright.
âW-What happened to you, Mrs. Newton?â
Whitney walked in looking like a drowned rat, her dress filthy as though she had fallen into a mud pit.
Her mental state also seemed peculiar. It seemed as though she had lost her soul.
Upon hearing the commotion, Jasmine hurriedly ran out in concern to see what had happened.
At the sight of Whitney in such a state, she jumped in fright and immediately brought a clean towel over.
âHow did you get drenched, Whitney? Iâd been calling you, but I couldnât get through. I was even planning to ask the Newton familyâs driver to go and pick you up. By the way, I managed to get in touch with Charles.â
Whitney merely grunted faintly. Taking the towel from Jasmine, she mechanically wiped her hair, her eyes devoid of life.
Only when Jasmine glimpsed some emotions in Whitneyâs eyes did she coax, âWhitney, actually, Charles just went over to handle some company matters. Donât worry too much. When he comes back, I will scold. him severely for you. Leaving the country without a word is indeed irresponsible of him, for he made us worry.â
In response to her consolation, Whitney simply nodded.
She remained expressionless, so Jasmine kept finding new subjects to converse with her.
âYou havenât eaten yet, have you, Whitney? Shall I have someone prepare some food for you? Or would you like to take a bath? Itâs best to soak in a hot bath after getting caught in the rain. Itâs good for the body. Iâll have the housekeeper prepare it for you. Whitney-
She kept talking incessantly, but Whitney interrupted her, replying in a weary tone, âJasmine, Iâm utterly tired and would like to rest.â
With that said, she circled around Jasmine and headed straight for her own room.
Seeing Whitney looking like a drowned rat, Jasmine didnât know what else to say. She merely sighed quietly.
âShould we call the doctor over to be on standby since Mrs. Newton got caught in the rain tonight, Ms.
Newton? Itâd be bad if she were to catch a cold or run a fever.â
Jasmine glanced at the figure disappearing from her line of sight before shaking her head. âLetâs not disrupt her. If thereâs a need, weâll call the doctor then.â
Given the current situation, it seems that even if sheâs genuinely feeling unwell, she would want some space alone. Charles really knows how to disappoint. After keeping her looking forward to it for so long, he just up and left without a word. Anyone would find it upsetting. Luckily, she isnât the type to hold grudges. Otherwise, itâd be a long journey for him to win her back.