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.

spend the night in the bedroom that

sleep on the bed, Mr. Newton. I’m

but he did not say anything in the end.

that, he took off his expensive suit and entered the bathroom. The sound of

taking a

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

making the 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

not even look at her as he deliberately averted his

slightly impatient as he replied, “No one is arguing with you. This room is mine, so I can

found him

were not in the room.

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

towel to one

approached, Whitney could feel the intimidating vibe from him. She

he seemed like he was trying to see through the

not returning to the room the past few days? Are

face turned slightly

then? Do you really like

probing eyes. She was so fazed by his attractiveness that

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

I’m used to sleeping

had not seen Charles for a few days, so the fact that they got so

he even called me “Darling” during

thinking, but he noticed that her ears, neck, and

she really like me so much that she becomes giddy as soon as I

her response adorable, Charles felt his mood

even though he did not like her and only treated her as a

chin and wrapped his other arm around

he lifted her off the

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by

shoulders, he