The Ex and Her Riches

Whitney had never thought that Charles would address her by such a term of endearment.

She was stunned for a while. It was not until Charles pinched the back of her hand and exerted more force to bring her to her senses that she snapped out of her fantasy.

“I’m not mad at you, but you’ve caused Lucas and Jasmine to misunderstand, so I should really punish you,” Whitney whined.

Although she knew that it was an act, she could not miss the chance to indulge in his gentleness, even if it was just for a short while.

She gently tugged the back of his hand with a bright and playful smile.

The atmosphere between the young couple was somewhat ambiguous.

Lucas clicked his tongue and shook his head before looking at Jasmine and saying, “Look at them. Their public display of affection is blinding.”

Jasmine took advantage of the opportunity to talk about his marriage. “Lucas, when are you going to bring home a wife? Even Charles is married now. You won’t still be single by the time Whitney has kids, will you?”

Lucas was rendered speechless.

He placed a drumstick onto Jasmine’s plate. “Just eat your food. Stay out of my business.”

At the same time, Whitney blushed slightly in embarrassment at the mention of kids.

Charles maintained a neutral expression for the rest of the meal. After retracting his hand, he focused on his meal and said nothing further.

After the meal, he went to his study.

Meanwhile, Whitney was working at the coffee table in the bedroom to deal with the work left behind during her time off last time.

After she worked for two hours, the door of the bedroom opened slowly.

Charles was pulling his tie with one hand in a leisurely manner with an unmistakable look of exhaustion in his eyes.

He glanced at Whitney, who was sitting on the couch. As he threw the tie he took off on the coat rack, he said flatly, “Make the couch. I’m tired.”

Whitney stared at him in astonishment for a moment.

that he would neither spend the night in the bedroom that

Mr. Newton.

his brows. He was a little displeased, but he did

that, he took off his expensive suit and entered

taking a

task at hand, saved it, and turned off the laptop. Then,

was done making the couch, Charles finished

not suitable for someone your height, Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the

even look at her as

is arguing with you. This room

him

not in the room. I didn’t touch the bed, so it’s clean. You can sleep on the bed with peace

it would be disliked by people one day,

on Whitney’s face. He tossed his towel to one side after wiping his hair and slowly walked

the intimidating vibe from him. She got cold feet and lowered

bent over slowly and pinched her chin. Narrowing his eyes, he seemed like

you mad at me for not returning to the room the past few days? Are you throwing a tantrum

turned slightly

Do you really like to sleep on the

down, Whitney looked up slightly and met his probing eyes. She was so

short hair is still half-wet, while his jaw is still

used to sleeping

Charles for a few days, so the fact that they got so

he even called me “Darling” during

not know what she was thinking, but he noticed that her ears,

she really like me so much that she becomes giddy as soon as I get

Charles felt his mood

thought that Whitney was interesting even though he did not like her and only treated her as a tool

let go of her chin and wrapped

force with his arm, he lifted her off the couch. Their bodies

“Mr. Newton?”

was flustered by his intimate

her shoulders, he