Chapter 835 Gwendolyn Wants To Marry Whitney
After studying to be a pastry chef for a while, Whitney quietly returned to the Newton residence.
The rest of the Newton family was not around. When the housekeeper saw her enter the kitchen, she stepped forward to ask,
“Mrs. Newton, do you need our help?”
Whitney shook her head. “No need, you all carry on with your work. I just want to do it myself.”
Once the housekeeper left, Whitney began to busy herself.
She closed the kitchen door, and this place became her little world, where she methodically carries out each step.
After three hours of preparation, with a ‘ding, the mini cupcakes fresh out of the oven filled the entire kitchen with their delightful
aroma.
Looking at the perfectly colored desserts, Whitney was very satisfied as she packed them into exquisite little boxes, then put the
other foods she had prepared into the bag.
She prepared cakes, sushi, and some other snacks for the bonfire party, hoping these foods would appeal them.
After emerging from the kitchen, Whitney unexpectedly saw Charles. She had no idea when he had returned, or how long he had
been standing outside the kitchen.
She took the initiative to walk over and hand him a cupcake that hadn’t yet been packed. With hopeful eyes, she said, “Try this.
How does it taste? It is fresh out of the oven?”
If Charles liked it, then presumably no one else would say anything.
The little cupcake was already brought up to his lips, and Charles naturally parted his lips to take a bite.
“Mmm, the taste isn’t bad.”
Receiving his sincere praise, Whitney’s face lit up with a smile. “I’m sure Gwendolyn and the two babies will love it too.
Eventhough Gwendolyn told her Benedict and Zendaya would not be there, she still made small desserts for the two children.
Tve pked everything. When do we leave?”
A hopelul expression appeared on Whitney’s face. She was truly looking forward to this gathering. especially as his girlfriend.
“Now.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Charles naturally took the cake box from her hands and walked out. Whitney joyfully followed
him.
They drove to the Jenson residence, then walked side by side through the winding alleyways of the estate. In just a few minutes,
they arrived at Harrick Villa.
Gwendolyn and Cedrick were standing at the door waiting for them.
Upon seeing Whitney, Gwendolyn warmly welcomed her, taking her arm in hers.
“Ever since we last parted, I’ve been wondering when we could get together again. It’s rare that the two lerle rascals aren’t
around today, so we can really let loose and have some fun.”
Whitney gave a shy smile. “I really like the two little ones. Zendy is such a quirky and interesting little girl. Will they be coming
back tonight? I’ve made some desserts, and I wonder if they’ll suit their taste.”
While speaking. Whitney turned to Charles and said, “Charles, could you please bring over the dessert I made?”
Seeing that Whitney had brought dessert, Gwendolyn laughed and said, “Because Benny and Zendy’s teeth are not very good,
we always avoid taking sugar or sweets at home. But I really like it, so I always sneak a bit. What girl doesn’t like sweets?”
The two shared a knowing smile, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
So they walked into the villa, tasted the desserts and teased Charles, “I’m really envious of someone who can have with a treat
every day, getting to eat such delicious cake. If I were a man, I would definitely marry Whitney
Upon hearing this, Cedrick, who was standing nearby, furrowed his brows.
I a lousy cook?
“Gwenny, it seems that I need to be wary not only of men but also of women from now on.”
Gwendolyn suppressed her laughter, then went over and took his hand immediately and playfully said, “Don’t worry, even if I
really get the chance to marry Whitney, you will definitely be the main wife, the first wife”
audrick gently tapped her nose, feeling a bit stifled yet speechless, his eyes brimming with affection. Watching the couple’s
unabashed display of affection: Whitney couldn’t help but feel envious.
Howeveal the gould do was envy.
Grindel is good, she deserves to be loved by a man just as exceptional.
Walking beide Whitney, Charles noticed her unusual expression. He leaned in closer and whispered in a calvole Whatever you’re
feeling, it’s best not to show it here.”
Whitey got his cue and immediately showed a smile.
Cedrick ap the bonfire pit in the backyard, and prepared some barbecue tools.
Gendly took Whitney and went to the swing in the backyard. They watched the two busy men from a ducange Tonight, all you
need to do is chat and be happy. They will take care of all the work.” she said.
Whameý smiled, but deep down, she felt a great sense of disappointment.
She hesitated a bit. She really wanted to share with Gwendolyn about the things she encountered at the Cogany, yet she felt that
their relationship wasn’t close enough. There was no reason to pour out these maner to her
“Whitney, are you feeling unwell! Your complexion doesn’t look too good.”
When aded by Cavernddyn, the empations that food push supposed walled up again Whiny could help but her eye tumed slightly
red
Seeing her like this, Gwendolyn was commoshat worried the tank her hand and asked with “What on earth happened? Did he
bully you!
Alcaid det Gwendolyn might misunderstand, Whitney quickly controlled her contious “No, tendolyn
I just don’t know how to start the conversation
Should I really discuss the trivial matters from work with hept
Gwendolyn jured her shoulder and said, “Whatever you can’t tell Charles, you can tell me. We are both girls, so we can
empathize with each other a bit more
Whitney looked up, her lips parting to speak, only to carch Charles’s gaze directed at her. He must be worried about her saying
too much.
After taking a deep breath, Whitney took the initiative to grab Gwendolyn’s hand and said, “Gwendolyn, can you show me around
here?”
“Of course, no problem.”
After leaving Charles and Cedrick’s sight, Whitney finally stopped walking. After much hesitation, she finally said, “Gwendolyn,
are there really no true friends in the workplace? Is everyone just scheming against each other? Are we all trying to sabotage
each other?”
This incident had somewhat affected her. Whitney truly didn’t want to become a person who onl measured others by their value.
wendolyn looked at the confusion in her eyes and laughed. “You’re still inexperienced, Whitney need to understand that no one
in this world will always be kind to you. The workplace is like a bata Even a slight careless mistake can drag you into an allyss.
Moreover, in today’s society, everything is focused on personal benefits.”
Ever since she ta over Harris Group, she had witnessed the cunning and deceit side of the upper echelons. If she were a bit
more naive, she would probably be completely outmaneuvered by those very experienced workplace veterans.
“Even though I’m not sure what difficulties you’re facing. Whitney, sometimes the people who seem to be nice to you are often
the ones who hurt you the most.
Whitney listened quietly, not uttering a single word.
“Benefitcar drive them to do things that are incomprehensible. Don’t overthink it, focus on improving yourself and distance
yourself from people and circles that make you uncomfortable.”
“Alright. F’ll remember that, Gwendolyn.”
Although Whitney could figure out these truths by herself, hearing them from Gwendolyn’s mouth helped to alleviate her anxiety,
irritation, and uncase.
She didn’t ask anything more, and Gwendolyn remained silent as well. The two of them simply strolled through the garden.
The two men had already set up the barbecue grill together. Charles, acting as the chef, was busy grilling the meat skewers,
while Cedrick was preparing the things needed for the bonfire party in the evening
The aroma of the skewers wafted through the air, brightening Gwendolyn’s eyes. “Let’s go,” she said. “That cumin scent is
unmistakably made by your dear love. It was just like the time when we were kids.”
Whitney was taken aback.
They were childhood friends, having experienced many things together from a young age. Among all. Gwendolyn should be the
one who understood Charles the best.