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.

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

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

he did not say anything in the

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

was taking

off the

as she was done making the

small. It’s not suitable for someone your height, Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the couch,

at her

you. This room is mine, so I can sleep wherever

him too

she 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 bed

it would be disliked by people one day,

to one side after wiping his hair and slowly

feel the intimidating vibe from him.

eyes, he seemed like he was trying to see through the disguise of

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

turned slightly

dare look at me, then? Do you really

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

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

to sleeping on the

fact that they got so close physically

called me

know what she was thinking, but he noticed that her ears,

she becomes giddy as soon as I get

felt his mood

though he did not like

let go of her chin and wrapped

off the couch.

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by

shoulders, he turned her around so that she was facing the