The Ex and Her Riches

Charles’ eyes were filled with nothing but disdain, making Whitney feel somewhat embarrassed.

That plan was the result of her pondering all afternoon.

She raised her hand to shield her screen, stuttering, “Um… I-I’m not done yet. This is just a prototype.”

As she spoke, she lacked any hint of confidence. She wasn’t adept at creating proposals, but luckily, Queenie had given her half a month. She still had the opportunity to refine her work.

In that case, Charles didn’t feel like dampening her enthusiasm, simply asking. “Do you plan on sleeping. at the office tonight?” Judging by her demeanor, if I didn’t show up, she might actually spend the night at the office. I really can’t fathom what’s going on in her mind.

Only then did Whitney notice the time. She hadn’t realized it was almost ten in the night.

At that moment, her stomach growled, a blush instantly coloring her neck. Even the tips of her ears turned red.

“Haven’t eaten yet?” asked Charles.

Whitney nodded. If it weren’t for Charles, she wouldn’t have realized it was already past her working -hours.

Seeing that, Charles was somewhat dissatisfied and said coldly, “Pack up and head home.”

Whitney didn’t dare to refuse his request. She quickly saved the draft on her computer, picked up her bag. and followed him out.

His strides were long, so Whitney had to jog to keep up with his pace.

Soon after, his luxury car roared to life, taking off at a speed akin to an arrow released from its bow. Startled, Whitney immediately gripped her seatbelt tightly.

Charles rolled down the car window, letting the cold wind sweep into the car.

Dressed in thin clothing, Whitney felt a chill as the wind blew toward her. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around herself, silently enduring the cold.

of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her lips, which

Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you trying to catch a cold?”

carried his warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be moved when his words left her momentarily

retorted. What if he enjoys the night

on.” His tone was

uncomfortable, she didn’t say

his arm around her waist, gently pulling her into his

is frail, you know. Do you really have the heart to make her work overtime with you? Look

“No, Jasmine, it’s not what Charles came home late because he was keeping me

wonderful news! It seems Charles,

slender waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her meal and she faints from hunger?”

Charles often generously called

to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel a

for that moment, she

All right, I won’t keep your wife from her meal any longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!” Jasmine made a funny face, then went off to chat with

entered the room, he let go of

asleep, I can make something to eat for myself. I can

the bed,” he

it is. Besides agreeing,

the bed, dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl of pasta with an egg added up here.”

couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might have a

quickly brought up the freshly made bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to

drink, Whitney felt a wave of tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return that night. She chose a comfortable

a real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial days, she realized it wasn’t as hard as

work, the initial proposal acquired some reference value. During the period she was

most incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that