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.

in the bedroom that day

Newton. I’m

but he did not say

expensive suit and entered the bathroom. The sound of water running

taking a

ado, 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

for someone your height, Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the couch, so don’t argue with

did not even look at her as he deliberately averted his

“No one is arguing with you. This room is mine, so I can sleep wherever I want.

him too

were not in the room. I didn’t touch

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

his towel to one side after wiping his hair and slowly walked up

vibe from him.

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

to the room the

face turned slightly pale. “No,

at me, then? Do you really like to

looked up slightly and met his probing eyes. She was so fazed by his attractiveness that she

still dripping with water from his shower.

I’m used to sleeping on

that they got so close physically that night made her so nervous that

even called me

thinking, but he noticed that her

much that she becomes giddy as soon as I

adorable, Charles felt his mood

like her and only treated her as a tool to

Charles let go of her chin and wrapped his

his arm, he lifted her off the couch.

“Mr. Newton?”

was flustered by his

her shoulders, he turned her around so that