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.

thought that he would neither spend the night in the bedroom that

sleep on the bed, Mr. Newton. I’m not done with my work

little displeased, but he did not

off his expensive suit and entered the bathroom. The sound of water running was soon

was taking a

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

done making the couch, Charles finished

for someone your height, Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the couch,

even look at her as he deliberately

arguing with you. This

found him too

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

bed probably never expected that it would be disliked by people one day, whereas the small and narrow couch had become everyone’s favorite at that

Whitney’s face. He tossed his towel to one side after

approached, Whitney could feel the intimidating vibe from

his eyes, he seemed like he was trying to see

you mad at me for not returning to the room

slightly

Do you really like to sleep

met his probing eyes.

is still dripping with water from his shower.

I’m used to sleeping

Charles for a few days, so the fact that they got so close physically that night made her so nervous that

called me “Darling” during

but he noticed

much that she becomes giddy as soon

felt his mood improve a

though he did not like her and

of her chin and wrapped

off the couch. Their bodies were

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by his intimate

shoulders, he turned