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 night in the bedroom that

Mr. Newton. I’m not done with my work

displeased, but he did not say anything in

entered the bathroom. The sound of water

taking a

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

making the couch, Charles

height, Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the couch, so

her as he

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

him

did not agree to it. “I’ve been sleeping on the 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

it would be disliked by people one day,

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

Whitney could feel the intimidating vibe from him. She got cold feet and lowered

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

mad at me for not returning to the room the past few

turned slightly pale. “No,

you dare look at me, then? Do you really like

met his probing eyes. She

his jaw is still

I’m used to sleeping on

kept fluttering. She had not seen Charles for a few days, so the fact that they got so close physically that night made her so nervous

even called me “Darling”

was thinking, but he noticed that her

much that she becomes giddy

felt his mood improve

thought that Whitney was interesting even though he did not like her and only treated her as a tool to

and wrapped his other arm around her

her off the couch.

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by his

he turned her around so that she was facing the bed