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, which were pale from the cold. Charles’ expression grew even more

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

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

the night breeze? I

His tone was domineering

uncomfortable, she didn’t say

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

quite late. Jasmine stepped forward, teasing, “Charles, you’re such a workaholic. You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really have the heart

what Charles came home late because he was keeping me company at work

understanding expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It

Will you take responsibility if you keep

Newton family, Charles

family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of

that moment, she was his true

right, I won’t keep your wife from her meal any longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love

entered the room, he let go of

I can make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on the couch tonight so that

on the bed,” he

bed it is. Besides agreeing, she couldn’t

to the side of the bed, dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a

ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might

aroma stirred- Whitney’s

went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return that night. She chose

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

reference value. During the period

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