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 day nor take

bed, Mr. Newton. I’m

a little displeased, but he did not say anything in the end. “Get it

he took off his expensive suit and entered the

taking

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

making the couch,

couch is too small. It’s not suitable for someone your height, Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the couch, so don’t argue with

at her as he deliberately averted his

you. This room is mine, so I can sleep wherever I want. You’ll

found him too

sleeping on the couch during the days you were not in the room. I didn’t touch the bed, so it’s clean. You can

disliked by people one day, whereas the small and narrow couch

gaze on Whitney’s face. He tossed his towel to

intimidating vibe from him. She got cold feet and lowered

and pinched her chin. Narrowing his eyes, he seemed like he was trying

room the

turned slightly pale.

then? Do you

calming herself down, Whitney looked up slightly and met his probing eyes.

still dripping with water from his shower. He looks so

to sleeping on

fluttering. She had not seen Charles for a few days, so the fact that they got so close

called me “Darling” during

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

me so much that she becomes giddy as soon as

her response adorable, Charles felt his mood improve a

did not like her and only treated her as

chin and wrapped his other

with his arm, he lifted her off the couch. Their bodies were practically pressing against

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by his

he watched as she panicked. Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her around so that she