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

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

he tossed over carried his warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about

retorted. What if he enjoys the night breeze?

tone was

Whitney felt uncomfortable,

residence, he wrapped his arm around her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace as they walked

working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really have the

Whitney quickly clarified, “No, Jasmine, it’s not what Charles came home late

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

you take

Charles often generously called Whitney his wife.

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

for that moment, she was

you happy now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!” Jasmine made a funny face, then went

they entered the room, he let go

all asleep, I can make something to eat for

the bed,” he

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

downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl

that, Whitney couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might have a sharp tongue, but he was actually quite

bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to Charles’

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

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

the period she was completing the proposal, she also consulted Queenie a few

It was during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her perspective and knowledge all elevated to a