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.

had thought that he would neither spend the night in the bedroom that day nor take the initiative

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

knitted his brows. He was a little displeased, but he did not

entered

taking a

hand, saved it, and turned off the laptop.

as she was done making the couch, Charles

to sleep on the couch, so don’t argue with me anymore

did not even look at her as he deliberately averted

slightly impatient as he replied, “No one is arguing with you. This room is mine, so I can sleep wherever I want. You’ll

him

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

by people one

finally fixed his gaze on Whitney’s face. He tossed his towel to one side after wiping

vibe from him.

his eyes, he seemed like he was trying to see

me for not returning to the room the past few days?

face turned slightly pale. “No,

then? Do you really like to

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

jaw is still dripping with water

used to

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

me “Darling” during dinner

thinking, but he noticed that her

she becomes giddy as soon

her response adorable, Charles felt his mood

not like her and only

and wrapped his other arm around her

off the couch. Their bodies were practically pressing

“Mr. Newton?”

by his

she panicked. Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was facing