Charles didn’t even spare her a glance. After placing the milk down, he headed towards the couch in the study. Crossing his legs, he took out his laptop and began delving into his work.

After a few minutes, Whitney noticed that there was someone in the study.

Charles hadn’t left.

She tilted her head and cast a gaze toward the couch. “Mr. Newton, are you busy with work?”

Charles was tapping on the keyboard attentively, seemingly oblivious to her.

If he was genuinely busy with work, she would feel a tinge of guilt.

After all, she had taken over Charles’ desk. Despite being the rightful owner, he had to bend over and work on the couch.

“Why don’t we switch positions, Mr. Newton?”

Charles’ hands froze as he stared at her as if she was a fool.

She’s using a desktop computer. How can we switch positions? Doesn’t she think before she speaks?

Despite complaining in his mind, Charles betrayed no emotions outwardly. “It’s fine. Shut up and deal with your matters. Stop disturbing me.”

Whitney tactfully fell silent and continued to enter the data.

The study was filled with the rhythmic sound of typing.

Both of them worked side by side harmoniously like a couple who had been married for many years.

As someone relatively new to typing on the keyboard, Whitney was quite slow in typing.

After two hours, Charles was done with his work. However, Whitney still had some work left to complete.

Furrowing his brows, he observed her side profile attentively.

He couldn’t tell if the workload was too overwhelming or if she was just dumb.

Whitney’s eyes were glued to the computer’s screen, he walked behind her

saw that, he

typing technique makes

did not hold back with

show? You don’t know how to press the spacebar with your

around and glared at him. “Mr. Newton, return to your room if you’re done with work. Although

alone?” Charles glanced upward, almost bursting into laughter. “Your basic skills are so horrible! How can you even

can just put in more

wrong. Even if you train your typing for a year,

yeah. You’re the fastest, Mr.

tinge of displeasure surfaced within Charles when he heard that. Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked

“What?”

work that she had

toward her, he grabbed her hands which were on the

handle this half of the keyboard, and your right hand handles the other half. After typing, press the spacebar with

was a bit gruff and impatient, he

method I just taught you and type out

her urge to revert back to typing with two fingers, she followed Charles’ guidance and typed out a

used to it, she kept making typos. Regardless, her

her hands quietly. Considering how quickly she managed to improve, she was quite talented. He

the finger placement I just taught you. If you don’t finish tonight, you aren’t allowed to sleep. I’ll

a relatively short contract from the stack

him in despair. “Didn’t you say that I’m no longer your employee once I leave the company? How can you just exploit my

me make this clear—you won’t

sound pleasant, they made

Whitney pushed herself to increase her typing speed. Ignoring

improve considerably after practicing

a while. For some reason, his gaze was drawn

hand earlier and corrected her finger placement, his face accidentally

strange tingling sensation

sensation crept

Charles realized that his thoughts were drifting again, a

sleep. You’re so dumb that even pigs are smarter than you. I can’t help but wonder what your life was like in

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