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

he saw that, he was

typing technique makes

hold back with

your fingers, 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

to your room if you’re done with work. Although I type really slowly, I don’t intend

upward, almost bursting into laughter. “Your basic skills are so horrible! How can you

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

typing for a year, you still can’t catch up

nodded in agreement. “Yeah, yeah.

jaw grimly, he flicked her head lightly. “You shouldn’t say that a

“What?”

her work that she had no idea what he was

down toward her, he grabbed her hands which were on

typing, press the spacebar with your thumb. Use the Enter key to go to the next line. Make sure to memorize the

a bit gruff and impatient,

Use the method I just taught you and type

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 placement was

hands quietly. Considering how quickly she managed to improve, she was quite talented. He felt quite

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

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

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

the future, you need to step up your game and quickly master all the necessary skills. Let me make this clear—you won’t become a full-time worker

did not sound

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

did indeed improve considerably after practicing for

some reason, his gaze

corrected her finger placement, his face accidentally brushed

tingling sensation crept up on

sensation

his thoughts were drifting

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