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 day nor take the

bed, Mr. Newton. I’m not done with

displeased, but he

his expensive suit and entered

taking

hand, saved it, and turned off the laptop. Then, she went to the cabinet to get

was done making the couch, Charles finished

suitable for someone your height, Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the

even look at her as he deliberately averted

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

him too

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

it would be disliked by people one day, whereas the small and narrow couch had become everyone’s favorite at that

face. He tossed his towel to one side after wiping his hair and slowly

from him. She got cold

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

returning to the room the past few days? Are you throwing

face turned slightly pale. “No,

then? Do you really like to sleep on the

met his probing eyes. She was so

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

used to sleeping on the

eyelashes kept fluttering. She had not seen Charles for a few days, so the fact that

called me “Darling” during dinner

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

so much that she becomes giddy as soon as

felt his mood improve a

interesting even though he did not like her and

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

his arm, he lifted her off the couch. Their

“Mr. Newton?”

was flustered by his intimate

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