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.

the computer’s screen, he walked behind her

saw that,

two-finger typing technique makes its

hold back with

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

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 tonight. I’ll train my typing

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

more time and effort. If I practice more,

if you train your typing for

“Yeah, yeah. You’re the fastest,

Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked her head lightly.

“What?”

engrossed in her work that she had no idea what

down toward her, he grabbed her hands which were on

handle this 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

and impatient,

out. Use the method I just taught you and

her urge to revert back to typing with two fingers, she followed

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

hands quietly. Considering how quickly she managed to improve, she

all the data, record this contract too. Keep recalling the finger placement I just taught you. If you don’t

picked out a relatively short contract from the stack

“Didn’t you say that I’m no longer your employee once I leave the company? How can you just

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

did not sound

waste, Whitney pushed herself to increase her typing speed. Ignoring his presence completely, she threw

did indeed improve considerably after practicing

her for a while. For some reason,

he held her hand earlier and corrected her finger placement,

sensation crept up on

tingling sensation

thoughts were drifting again, a cold expression

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