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 day nor take the initiative to talk to

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

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

expensive suit and entered the bathroom. The sound of water

taking

quickly finished the task at hand, saved it, and turned off the laptop. Then, she went to the cabinet to get a quilt

as she was done making the couch, Charles

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

at her as he

one is arguing with you. This

him

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

be disliked by people one day, whereas the small

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

could feel the intimidating vibe from him. She

he seemed like he

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

slightly pale. “No, I’m

at me, then? Do you really like to sleep

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

is still half-wet, while his jaw is still dripping with water from his shower.

to

days, so the fact that they got so close physically that night made her so nervous that her

even called me “Darling” during dinner

he noticed

she becomes giddy as soon as I get a little closer to

her response adorable, Charles felt his mood improve a

he did not like her and only treated her as a tool to deal with

let go of her chin and

her off the couch.

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by his intimate

panicked. Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was facing the bed before giving