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.

had thought that he would neither spend the night in the bedroom that day nor

the bed, Mr. Newton. I’m not done with

his brows. He was a little displeased, but he did not say anything

and entered the bathroom. The sound

taking

the laptop. Then, she went to the cabinet to get a quilt

was done making

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 me anymore and go sleep on the

even look at her as he deliberately

is arguing with you. This room is mine, so I can

found him too

you were not in the room. I didn’t

people one day, whereas

tossed his towel to one

the intimidating vibe from him. She got cold feet and

eyes, he seemed like he was trying to see through the disguise

returning to the room the past

slightly

look at me, then? Do you really like to sleep on the

slightly and met his probing eyes. She was so fazed by his attractiveness

hair is still half-wet, while his jaw is still dripping with

to

fact that they got so close physically that

he even called me “Darling” during dinner

he noticed that her ears, neck, and cheeks

giddy as soon as I get a

response adorable, Charles felt his mood improve a

he did not like her and only treated her

of her chin and wrapped his

he lifted her off the couch.

“Mr. Newton?”

was flustered by

he turned her around so that she was facing the bed before giving