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.

caught a glimpse of her lips, which were pale from the cold. Charles’ expression grew

jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your

tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be moved when

he enjoys the night

on.” His tone was

though Whitney felt uncomfortable, she

his arm around her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace as they walked in

forward, teasing, “Charles, you’re such a workaholic. You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know.

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

understanding expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally learned to cherish

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

front of the Newton family, Charles often generously called

was doing that to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in her heart.

for that moment, she was his true

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

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

asleep, I can make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on the couch tonight so that I won’t disturb

bed,” he said.

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

walked to the side of the bed, dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl of pasta with an

ago was instantly swept

housekeeper quickly brought up the freshly made bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to Charles’ presence. Whitney remained somewhat reserved, eating very slowly.

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 drifted off to

At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial days, she

the period she was

incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney