Wooing My Ex-Wife

Charles didn’t even spare her a glance. After placing the milk down, he headed towards the couch in the study. Crossing his legs, he took out his laptop and began delving into his work.

After a few minutes, Whitney noticed that there was someone in the study.

Charles hadn’t left.

She tilted her head and cast a gaze toward the couch. “Mr. Newton, are you busy with work?”

Charles was tapping on the keyboard attentively, seemingly oblivious to her.

If he was genuinely busy with work, she would feel a tinge of guilt.

After all, she had taken over Charles’ desk. Despite being the rightful owner, he had to bend over and work on the couch.

“Why don’t we switch positions, Mr. Newton?”

Charles’ hands froze as he stared at her as if she was a fool.

She’s using a desktop computer. How can we switch positions? Doesn’t she think before she speaks?

Despite complaining in his mind, Charles betrayed no emotions outwardly. “It’s fine. Shut up and deal with your matters. Stop disturbing me.”

Whitney tactfully fell silent and continued to enter the data.

The study was filled with the rhythmic sound of typing.

Both of them worked side by side harmoniously like a couple who had been married for many years.

As someone relatively new to typing on the keyboard, Whitney was quite slow in typing.

After two hours, Charles was done with his work. However, Whitney still had some work left to complete.

Furrowing his brows, he observed her side profile attentively.

He couldn’t tell if the workload was too overwhelming or if she was just dumb.

he walked

that, he

legendary two-finger typing technique

not hold back with

except for those two, immobile? Are they only there for show? You don’t know how to press the spacebar with your thumb? Did it get chopped off by the keyboard? If you continue typing at this speed, when

and glared at him. “Mr. Newton, return to your room if you’re done with work. Although I type really slowly,

that alone?” Charles glanced upward, almost bursting into laughter. “Your basic skills are so horrible!

I can just put in more time and effort. If I practice more, I can definitely

typing for a year, you

in agreement. “Yeah, yeah. You’re the fastest, Mr.

tinge of displeasure surfaced within Charles when he heard that. Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked her head lightly.

“What?”

she had

grabbed her hands which were on the keyboard,

spacebar with your thumb. Use the Enter key to go to the next line. Make sure

gruff and impatient, he provided

it out. Use the method I just taught you and type out

stare at the keyboard. However, she was very serious. Suppressing her urge to revert back to typing with two fingers, she followed Charles’ guidance and typed out

to it, she kept making typos. Regardless, her finger

quickly she managed to improve, she was quite talented. He felt quite

he said, “You’re so dumb. I’ll give you an additional task tonight. After entering all the data, record this contract too. Keep recalling the finger placement I just taught you. If you don’t finish tonight, you aren’t allowed to sleep. I’ll also deduct

as he casually picked out a relatively

in despair. “Didn’t you say that I’m no longer your employee once I leave the company? How can you just exploit my labor and

and quickly master all the necessary skills. Let me make this clear—you won’t become a full-time worker just because of our personal relationship. If you aren’t capable enough

sound pleasant,

Whitney pushed herself to increase her typing

did indeed improve considerably after practicing

while. For some reason, his gaze was

he held her hand earlier and corrected her finger placement, his face accidentally brushed

tingling sensation

strange tingling sensation crept up

that his thoughts were drifting again, a cold

pigs are smarter than you. I can’t help