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.

glimpse of her lips, which

said, “Have

Whitney was about to be

enjoys the night

it on.” His tone was

Whitney felt uncomfortable, she

the Newton residence, he wrapped his arm around her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace as they walked in

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

misunderstanding. Whitney quickly clarified, “No, Jasmine, it’s not what Charles came home late because he was keeping me company at work today.”

an understanding expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally learned to

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

Charles often generously called Whitney his

family, she couldn’t

moment, she

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!”

ascended the stairs. The moment they entered the room, he

understood and parted ways with him. “Once they’re all asleep, I can make something to eat for

on the bed,” he

agreeing, she couldn’t say anything

downstairs, and ordered, “Bring

but let out a quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly

housekeeper quickly brought up the freshly made bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred-

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

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

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

that period