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.

he walked behind her softly and checked how

that,

legendary two-finger typing technique makes its

not hold back with his

of 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

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 speed,

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

just put in more time and effort. If I practice more, I can definitely

methods are wrong. Even if you train your typing for a year, you still can’t catch up to my

“Yeah, yeah. You’re the fastest,

Charles when he heard that. Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked her head lightly. “You shouldn’t say that a man is

“What?”

engrossed in her work that she had no

down toward her, he grabbed her hands

the spacebar with your thumb. Use the

and impatient, he provided detailed instructions

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

a beginner, she had to stare at the keyboard. However, she was very serious. Suppressing her urge to revert

she kept making typos. Regardless, her finger

Considering how quickly she managed to improve, she was

Keep recalling the finger placement I

nonchalantly as he casually picked out a relatively short contract from

at 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 labor and cut my

“You lack practice. If 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 this clear—you won’t become a full-time worker just because of our personal relationship. If you aren’t capable enough

his words did not sound

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

improve considerably

observed her for a while. For some reason, his

her

sensation crept

sensation crept up on

drifting again, a

are smarter than you. I can’t help but wonder what your life was like in Tayhaven. You don’t even have basic computer skills,”