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.

eye, he caught a glimpse of her lips, which were pale from the cold.

jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said,

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

night breeze? I just don’t

tone was domineering

Whitney felt uncomfortable, she

they returned to the Newton residence, he wrapped his arm around her waist, gently pulling her into his

you know.

misunderstanding. Whitney quickly clarified, “No, Jasmine, it’s not what Charles came home late because

hearing that, Jasmine revealed an understanding expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho

Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her meal and she faints from

family, Charles often generously called Whitney his wife.

he was doing that to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in her

for that moment, she was

tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!” Jasmine made a funny face, then went off to chat with Lucas.

stairs. The moment they entered the room, he let go of her

ways with him. “Once they’re all asleep, I can make something to eat for myself. I can sleep

bed,”

is. Besides agreeing,

dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl of pasta with an egg added

at the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might have a sharp tongue,

aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite.

of tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return that night. She chose a comfortable position and drifted off

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

value. During the period she was completing

suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her perspective and knowledge all