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,

annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your

faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be moved when his words

softly retorted. What if he enjoys the night breeze? I

it on.” His tone

though Whitney felt uncomfortable, she didn’t say

the Newton residence, he wrapped his arm around her waist,

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

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

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

his hold around Whitney’s slender waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility

front of the Newton family, Charles often

the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in her

that moment, she was his true wife.

longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell you, Charles,

and Whitney ascended the stairs. The moment they entered the room, he let go

and parted ways with him. “Once they’re all asleep, I can make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on the couch tonight so that I

bed,” he said.

it is. Besides agreeing, she couldn’t say anything

downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl of pasta with

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

quickly brought up the freshly made bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s

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

by when one was busy. At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through

some reference value. During the period she was completing the proposal, she also consulted Queenie

incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney grew