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.

corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her lips, which were pale from

Charles tossed his jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you trying to catch

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

if he enjoys the night breeze? I just don’t want to

on.” His tone was domineering and

Whitney felt uncomfortable, she didn’t say anything.

her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace as they walked

disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really have the

Jasmine’s misunderstanding. Whitney quickly clarified, “No, Jasmine, it’s not what Charles came

It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally learned

around Whitney’s slender waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her meal and

family, Charles

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

moment, she was his

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

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

I can make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on

the bed,” he

agreeing, she couldn’t

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

at the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure,

up the freshly made bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred-

wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return that night. She

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 as hard as she thought.

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

able to offer the most incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney grew a