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

his jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you

faint tobacco scent. Whitney

She softly retorted. What if he enjoys the night breeze? I just don’t want to upset him.

it on.” His tone was domineering and

Whitney felt uncomfortable,

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

you know. Do

Charles came home late because he was

Jasmine revealed an understanding expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally learned to cherish his wife.”

Whitney’s slender waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep

family, Charles

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

that moment, she was his true wife.

me tell you, Charles, showing

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

asleep, I can make something to eat for myself.

on the bed,” he said.

is. Besides agreeing, she

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

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

pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due

having a satisfying meal and 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 position and

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

the period she was completing

Queenie was able to offer the most incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her perspective and