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.

Whitney’s eyes were glued to the computer’s screen, he walked behind her softly and checked how she was

saw that,

typing

not hold back with

the rest 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 the keyboard? If

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

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

more time and effort. If I practice more, I

train your typing for a year, you

“Yeah, yeah. You’re the

surfaced within Charles when he heard that. Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked her head lightly. “You shouldn’t

“What?”

in her work that she had no idea what he was

to explain. Bending down toward her, he grabbed her

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

a bit gruff and impatient, he provided

method I just taught you

her urge to revert back

kept making typos. Regardless, her finger placement was

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

task tonight. After entering all the data, record this contract too. Keep recalling the finger placement I just taught you. If you

out a relatively short contract

that I’m no longer your employee once I leave the company? How can

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

did not sound pleasant,

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

speed did indeed improve considerably after practicing for some

some reason, his gaze was drawn

hand earlier and corrected her finger placement,

sensation

strange tingling sensation crept

his thoughts were drifting again, a

get some sleep. You’re so dumb that even pigs are smarter than you. I can’t help but wonder what your