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.

Whitney’s eyes were glued to the computer’s screen, he walked behind her softly and checked

that, he was

typing

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 will you ever

“Mr. Newton, return to your room if you’re done with work. Although I type really slowly, I don’t intend to sleep tonight. I’ll train my typing speed,

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

“Well, I can just put in more time and effort. If

Even if you train your typing for a year, you still can’t catch up

yeah. You’re

jaw grimly, he flicked her

“What?”

she had no

be bothered to explain. Bending down toward her, he grabbed her hands which were on the keyboard, and corrected her

hand handles the other half. After typing, press the spacebar with your thumb. Use the Enter key to go to the next line. Make

was a bit gruff and impatient, he provided detailed

just

was still a beginner, she had to stare at the keyboard. However, she was very serious. Suppressing her urge to revert back to typing with two fingers, she followed Charles’

was not used to it, she kept making typos. Regardless, her finger

she managed to improve, she was quite

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

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

at him in despair. “Didn’t you say that I’m no longer your employee once I leave the company?

make this clear—you won’t become a full-time worker just because of our personal relationship. If you aren’t capable enough to handle the intensity of the work after the three-month internship, be prepared to be kicked

sound

first month’s salary go to waste, Whitney pushed herself to increase

indeed improve considerably after

her for a while. For some reason, his gaze

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

tingling sensation

tingling sensation crept up on

were drifting again, a cold expression crossed

your work quickly and get some sleep. You’re so dumb that even pigs are smarter than you. I can’t help but wonder what your life was like in Tayhaven. You