The Ex and Her Riches

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.

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

that, he

typing

not hold back with his

your fingers, except for those two, immobile? Are they only there for show? You don’t know how to press the spacebar with your thumb? Did it get chopped off by the keyboard? If you continue typing at this speed, when

turned her head around and glared at him. “Mr. Newton, return to your room if you’re done with work. Although I type really slowly, I don’t intend to sleep tonight. I’ll train my typing

Charles glanced upward, almost bursting into laughter. “Your basic skills are so horrible! How can you even improve your typing speed? You’re dreaming with your

I can just put in more time and effort. If I

your typing for a year, you still can’t catch up to

nodded in agreement. “Yeah, yeah. You’re

surfaced within Charles when he heard that. Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked her head

“What?”

that she had no idea

her, he grabbed her hands which

the spacebar with your thumb. Use the Enter key to go to the next line. Make sure to memorize the

tone was a bit gruff and impatient,

it out. Use the method I just taught you and type out

Suppressing her urge to

she kept making typos.

her hands quietly. Considering how quickly she managed to improve,

all the data, record this contract too. Keep recalling the finger placement I just taught you. If you don’t finish tonight, you aren’t allowed

picked out a relatively short contract from the

despair. “Didn’t you say that I’m no longer your employee once I

you want to navigate the workplace with ease in the future, you need to step up your game and quickly master all the necessary skills. Let me make

did not sound pleasant, they

waste, Whitney pushed herself to increase her typing speed. Ignoring his presence completely, she

did indeed improve considerably after

for a while. For some reason, his

her hand earlier and corrected her finger placement, his face accidentally brushed against

tingling sensation

sensation crept up on

realized that his thoughts were drifting again,

pigs are smarter than you. I can’t help but