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.

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

saw that, he

legendary two-finger typing technique makes

hold back

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 finish entering the

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,

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

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

train your typing for a year, you

in agreement. “Yeah, yeah. You’re

heard that. Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked her head lightly. “You

“What?”

in her work that she had no idea what

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

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

bit gruff and impatient, he provided detailed

the method I just taught you and type out

very serious. Suppressing her

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

Considering how quickly she managed

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

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

longer your employee once I leave

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

words did not sound pleasant, they made

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

considerably after practicing for

For some reason, his gaze was drawn to

and corrected her finger placement, his face accidentally brushed against

sensation crept up

strange tingling sensation crept up

that his thoughts were drifting again,

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