The Ex and Her Riches

“Honestly, what was I expecting?” Whitney muttered. The higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment. I know that…

She sighed and glanced at the milk next to her hand. Recalling how Charles had said not to waste it, she picked it up and drank it all as though she was downing a glass of wine.

Unlike alcohol, unfortunately, milk had no effect on dulling one’s emotions and relieving one’s sorrows.

After finishing her work and turning off her computer, she returned to the bedroom. Coincidentally, Charles had just finished taking a shower. He had his bathrobe wrapped tightly around him, his short hair still wet and dripping with water.

Their eyes met as they bumped into each other by the bathroom door, and she stared at his face in stunned silence.

Having just emerged from the steamy bathroom, Charles appeared significantly gentler and refreshed.

The combination of the water droplets on his face from the shower and his damp hair added a particularly devilish and charming look to his exquisitely handsome face.

A blush crept over her cheeks as she gazed at him. He’s truly… too attractive and sexy… Who could possibly resist a gorgeous man like that… might I add, who just stepped out of the shower?

She dropped her gaze and lowered her head to stare at her feet, stopping herself from having dirty thoughts about his naked body underneath the bathrobe.

“That… I’ve already typed up the contract as you instructed and saved it on the computer’s desktop. You can check it whenever you have the time. I did go through it before turning off the computer, so there shouldn’t be any typos,” she said, desperately trying to think of something to say to alleviate the feeling of embarrassment and awkwardness in her heart.

Charles murmured an acknowledgment, his expression unbelievably calm. He showed zero intention of actually going to review her work or praising her for knowing to check her work before turning off the computer to reduce the chances of error.

“Go get a blanket and some pillows to make up the couch. I want to rest after drying my hair.”

“O-Okay.”

She walked past him to the closet, took out a blanket and pillows from the wardrobe, then made up the couch quickly and skillfully.

to call him to come over and rest or take preemptive measures and sleep on the couch herself, worrying that he would wake up in a foul mood the following morning from having to curl up his legs on the couch all night

of the blanket when a well-built figure walked over and pushed her gently out of the

what was happening, Charles had settled onto the couch in an elegantly

she stared at him

oblivious, he scrolled through his phone before looking at her after a few seconds. “Why

so bluntly? After a brief silence, she replied, “You’re reading

why are you still standing there? Get on with what you have to do. Don’t

a loss for words, Whitney could only turn around and

the following morning, the sound of a child

up full of energy and was gamboling all over the bed. She even pretended to be a puppy and

put on a pair of pants. However, she could not catch the energetic

was

that, Zendaya. You’ll make my wife tired if you continue running around like

girl was afraid of him, so she pouted and stopped running. Then, she corrected him

a little ‘tadpole’ wandering around somewhere,” he responded, glancing

not understand what he meant. She merely thought he was trying to pull a fast one on her. “I’m not a tadpole. I’m way bigger than

into it. “The weather is

stifled a laugh and said teasingly, “You’re a grown man. Why are you still competing with your

away from me,”

He was obstinate.

our whole family sleeps together every night?” she asked, caressing

in their own rooms. Don’t help them with things like getting dressed. Let them do it themselves. We must let them do the things within their capabilities so that they learn

they’re not allowed to hog

angrily, and said in

over her head. “Hurry up and put that on by yourself. Your mother spoils you. If it

evil! He’s the absolute worst!” Even though Zendaya continued grumbling softly, she

she dawdled, Benedict quietly dressed himself. That made him