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.

glued to the computer’s screen, he walked behind her softly and checked how

that,

legendary two-finger typing technique makes its

did not hold

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

Whitney turned her head around and glared at him. “Mr. Newton, return to your room if you’re done with work. Although I type really slowly, I don’t intend to sleep

upward, almost bursting into laughter. “Your basic skills are so horrible! How can you even improve your typing speed? You’re dreaming with your eyes

put in more time and effort. If I practice

methods are wrong. Even if you train your typing for a year,

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

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

“What?”

engrossed in her work that she

her, he grabbed her hands which were

half of the keyboard, and your right hand handles the other half. After typing, press the spacebar with your thumb. Use the Enter key to go to the next line. Make sure to memorize

gruff and impatient, he provided detailed instructions and

Use the method I just taught you and type

very serious. Suppressing her urge to revert back to typing with

to it, she kept making

how quickly she managed to improve, she

dumb. I’ll give you an additional task tonight. After entering all the data, record this contract too. Keep recalling the finger placement

nonchalantly as he casually picked out a relatively short contract from the stack of documents on

that I’m no longer your employee once

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

sound pleasant, they made perfect

herself to

considerably after practicing for

observed her for a while. For some reason, his gaze was drawn to her

her hand earlier and corrected her finger placement, his face accidentally

tingling sensation crept up on

strange tingling sensation crept

Charles realized that his thoughts were drifting again, a

work quickly and get some sleep. You’re so dumb that even pigs are smarter than you. I can’t help but wonder