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.

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

that, he

legendary two-finger typing technique makes

not hold back with his

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 you ever finish

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

do that alone?” 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

admit defeat. “Well, I can just put in more time

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

“Yeah, yeah. You’re

that. Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked her

“What?”

that she had no

her, he grabbed her hands which were on the keyboard,

half. After typing, press the spacebar with your thumb. Use the Enter

his tone was a bit gruff and impatient, he

I just taught you and type out a

she was very serious. Suppressing her urge to revert back

it, she kept making typos. Regardless, her finger

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

I’ll give you an additional task tonight. After entering 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 to sleep. I’ll also deduct your internship allowance for the

out a relatively short contract from the

longer your employee once

your game and quickly master all the necessary skills. Let me make this clear—you won’t become a full-time worker just because

did not sound pleasant,

first month’s salary go to waste, Whitney pushed herself to increase her typing

improve considerably after practicing

while. For some reason,

her finger placement,

strange tingling sensation

sensation

thoughts were drifting again, a cold expression crossed

sleep. You’re so dumb that even pigs are smarter than you. I can’t help