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.

on the couch herself, worrying that he would wake up in a foul mood the following morning

sooner had she lifted a corner of the blanket when a well-built figure

was happening, Charles had settled onto the couch

expression froze, and she stared at him wordlessly. That

seconds. “Why are you just standing there

so bluntly? After a brief silence, she

with what you have to do. Don’t stand there and be an

Whitney could only turn around and go to wash her

sound of

over the bed. She even pretended to be a puppy and howled

pair of

upstairs and was greeted immediately by

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

pouted and stopped running. Then, she corrected him in a small voice, saying, “She’s my mommy first

still be a little ‘tadpole’ wandering around somewhere,”

trying to pull a fast one on her. “I’m not a tadpole. I’m way bigger

and personally helped Gwendolyn into it. “The weather is cooler today. Be careful not to catch a cold when you go

care and attentiveness, she stifled a laugh and said teasingly, “You’re a

wife. No one can take you away from me,” came

He was obstinate.

make you unhappy that our whole family sleeps together every night?” she

five years old already. It’s time we sent them to sleep in their own rooms. Don’t help them with things like getting

not allowed to hog my wife,

Zendaya heard that, she pulled up her pants herself in dissatisfaction, snorted angrily, and said in an accusing tone, “You’re a meanie, Daddy! You don’t even allow Mommy to be nice to

over her head. “Hurry up and put that on by yourself. Your mother spoils you. If it were up to me, you’d be going down to breakfast with a red

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

himself. That made him appear particularly well-behaved and