The Ex and Her Riches

The sound of splashing water echoed from the bathroom. Whitney shed her grimy dress and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the fatigue and unhappiness of her day.

She lazily leaned against the bathtub, unintentionally catching sight of his bathrobe left at home. We could have spent tonight in sheer joy.

In no time at all, a thick mist rose within the bathroom, veiling the expression on her face.

After taking a bath, Whitney came out wearing his bathrobe, threw herself onto the bed, and greedily inhaled the scent of his pillow.

The pillow seemed to still carry the scent of Charles.

She stared at the ceiling, wanting to sleep and forget her troubles. However, sleep cluded her.

She had grown accustomed to the presence of Charles by her side, accustomed to falling asleep to the sound of his breathing, accustomed to his embrace, his chest.

Now, the night was far too quiet.

In the end, it was only as dawn was breaking that she finally managed to fall asleep.

The alarm rang in the early morning, and Whitney instantly sat up in bed. She quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs as if someone was urging her to get things done.

“Whitney…

Before Jasmine could finish her sentence, Whitney had already run out of the Newton residence.

It seemed that when she got busy, she wouldn’t dwell on the things that made her unhappy.

After squeezing onto the subway and rushing for the bus, she finally managed to clock in for work before nine.

Whitney arrived at her desk, panting heavily. Suddenly, she realized that with Charles gone now, there was no one to assign her tasks.

Her position was Charles’ personal assistant, a role distinct from other assistants.

Getting up, she went to Charles’ office. As usual, she watered the plants in the office and tidied up the things on his desk.

There were still open files on his desk, which could prove that his departure was abrupt, as Charles had always been a person who loved to organize and tidy up

elevator down from the top floor. Seeing her listless appearance, all the

started to discuss.

early today? It seems like I haven’t seen Mr Newton

knows? A remarkable man like Mr. Newton is never short of women, let alone capable ones. For someone like her to capture

their discussions, Whitney paused slightly,

she heard in her mind. Indeed, they’re right. If I possess abilities like Gwendolyn, I can lend him a hand, and he won’t have to fight alone. A year can pass very quickly, and I’m not confident that I can make Charles fall in love with me within this period. Even if we become strangers in the future, I won’t blame him. I will only blame myself for not being capable enough to stand by

from the

she happened to run

too busy? Come and join us for a meal. Today, I

sentence, Whitney acted as if she hadn’t seen

softly. “Ah. better hurry back. Otherwise,

blankly at her desk, which was filled

night before bed, Charles would

picked up the book on

few pages, she gave up.

with many things she couldn’t understand, a plethora of peculiar symbols,

“This…”

another book.

could be so hard

the differences between them, she never imagined that the gap would be so vast. It wasn’t something that a bit of effort could easily bridge.

are from

held the finance book with a desolate expression, remaining silent.

waiting every day for news from Charles.

his words, and even if she was worried, she dared not to disturb him

Knock Knock Knock!

“Whitney, are you okay? Would you like to go out and clear your

past three days, Whitney had done nothing but lock herself in her room, only coming out to eat. She

Squeak.

open from the inside, and Whitney managed to squeeze out a smile. “I’m fine, Jasmine. I’ll go for a stroll in a bit. You go ahead with your

in that state, how could Jasmine not

fun. It’ll be good to