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.

computer’s screen, he walked behind

he saw that,

two-finger typing

hold back

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 will

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

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

defeat. “Well, I can just put in more time and effort. If I practice more, I can definitely see the

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

“Yeah, yeah.

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

“What?”

she had no idea what he

to explain. Bending down toward her, he grabbed her hands which

keyboard, and your right hand handles the other half. After typing, press the spacebar

and impatient, he provided

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

at the keyboard. However, she was very serious. Suppressing her urge to revert back to typing with two fingers, she followed

used to it, she kept making typos. Regardless,

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

this contract too. Keep recalling the finger placement I just taught you. If you don’t finish tonight, you aren’t allowed to sleep. I’ll also deduct your internship allowance for the

casually picked out a relatively short contract from

longer your employee once I leave

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 to handle the intensity of the work after the three-month

not sound

month’s salary go to waste, Whitney pushed herself to increase her typing speed. Ignoring his

improve considerably

for a while. For some reason, his gaze was

her finger placement, his face accidentally brushed against

sensation crept

sensation crept up on

his thoughts were drifting again, a cold

that even pigs are smarter than you. I can’t help but wonder what your life was like in Tayhaven. You don’t