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 day nor take the

the bed, Mr. Newton. I’m not done with my

knitted his brows. He was a little displeased, but he

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

was taking

off the laptop. Then, she went

she was done making the couch,

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

did not even look at her as he deliberately

is arguing with you. This room is mine, so

found him too

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

to

the intimidating vibe from him. She got cold feet and

seemed

not returning to the room the past few days? Are you throwing

turned slightly pale. “No, I’m

don’t you dare look at me, then? Do you really like to sleep

Whitney looked up slightly and met his probing eyes. She

while his jaw is still dripping with water from his shower. He looks so

used to sleeping on the

seen Charles for a few days, so the fact that they got so close physically that night

me “Darling” during

thinking, but he noticed that

like me so much that she becomes giddy as soon as I get a little

adorable, Charles felt

was interesting even though he did not like her and only

Charles let go of her chin and wrapped his other arm around

arm, he lifted her off the couch. Their

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by his intimate

watched as she panicked. Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her