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.

the bedroom that day nor

the bed, Mr. Newton. I’m not done

a little displeased, but he did not

he took off his expensive suit and entered the bathroom. The

was taking

it, and turned off the laptop. Then, she went to the cabinet to get a quilt to make

making the couch, Charles finished

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

her as he deliberately averted

slightly impatient as he replied, “No one is arguing with you. This

him too

not in the room. I didn’t touch

never expected that it would be disliked by people one day, whereas the small and narrow couch had become

towel to one side after wiping his

approached, Whitney could feel the intimidating vibe from him.

over slowly and pinched her chin. Narrowing his eyes, he seemed like he was trying to see through the

returning to the room the past few days? Are

face turned slightly

then? Do you really like to sleep on the

his probing eyes. She was so fazed by his attractiveness that she subconsciously

short hair is still half-wet, while his jaw is still dripping with water from his shower. He looks so

to

few days, so the fact that they

even called me

what she was thinking, but he noticed that her ears, neck, and

becomes giddy as soon as I get a little closer

felt his mood improve a

even though he did not like her and only treated

and wrapped his other arm

his arm, he lifted her off the

“Mr. Newton?”

was flustered by his

her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was