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,

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

Whitney was about to be

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

on.” His tone was domineering and

uncomfortable, she didn’t

around her waist, gently pulling

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

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

said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally

Whitney’s slender waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her meal and she faints from hunger?”

family, Charles often generously called Whitney his wife.

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

moment, she was his true

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

the stairs. The moment they entered the room, he

they’re all asleep, I can make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on the couch

bed,”

agreeing, she couldn’t say anything else.

to the side of the bed, dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered,

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

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

and went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return

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

the period she

It was during that period