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, which were pale from

onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you trying to catch a cold?”

coat he tossed over carried his warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be moved when his words left

the night breeze? I just don’t

His tone

uncomfortable, she didn’t say anything.

her waist,

Whitney is frail, you

it’s not what Charles came home

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

yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her meal and

Newton family, Charles

though Whitney knew he was doing that to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel

that moment, she was

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

they entered the room, he

him. “Once they’re all asleep, I can make something to eat for

bed,” he

is. Besides agreeing, she

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

that, Whitney couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was

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

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

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

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

during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her perspective and knowledge