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.

corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her lips, which were pale from the cold. Charles’ expression grew even

he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you trying to

Whitney

She softly retorted. What if he enjoys the night

His tone

uncomfortable,

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

late. Jasmine stepped forward, teasing, “Charles, you’re such a workaholic. You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really have the heart to make her work overtime with you? Look at how pale

what Charles came home late because he was keeping me company

“That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho

Will you take

family, Charles often generously called

doing that to deal with the Newton family,

least for that moment, she was his true wife.

tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!”

The moment they entered the room, he

I can make something to eat for myself.

bed,” he said.

it is. Besides agreeing, she

the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl

quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept

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

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 position and drifted off to sleep.

At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial days,

some reference value. During the period she

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