Wooing My Ex-Wife

Charles’ eyes were filled with nothing but disdain, making Whitney feel somewhat embarrassed.

That plan was the result of her pondering all afternoon.

She raised her hand to shield her screen, stuttering, “Um… I-I’m not done yet. This is just a prototype.”

As she spoke, she lacked any hint of confidence. She wasn’t adept at creating proposals, but luckily, Queenie had given her half a month. She still had the opportunity to refine her work.

In that case, Charles didn’t feel like dampening her enthusiasm, simply asking. “Do you plan on sleeping. at the office tonight?” Judging by her demeanor, if I didn’t show up, she might actually spend the night at the office. I really can’t fathom what’s going on in her mind.

Only then did Whitney notice the time. She hadn’t realized it was almost ten in the night.

At that moment, her stomach growled, a blush instantly coloring her neck. Even the tips of her ears turned red.

“Haven’t eaten yet?” asked Charles.

Whitney nodded. If it weren’t for Charles, she wouldn’t have realized it was already past her working -hours.

Seeing that, Charles was somewhat dissatisfied and said coldly, “Pack up and head home.”

Whitney didn’t dare to refuse his request. She quickly saved the draft on her computer, picked up her bag. and followed him out.

His strides were long, so Whitney had to jog to keep up with his pace.

Soon after, his luxury car roared to life, taking off at a speed akin to an arrow released from its bow. Startled, Whitney immediately gripped her seatbelt tightly.

Charles rolled down the car window, letting the cold wind sweep into the car.

Dressed in thin clothing, Whitney felt a chill as the wind blew toward her. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around herself, silently enduring the cold.

of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her lips, which were pale from the cold. Charles’ expression grew even

Charles tossed his jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are

tossed over carried his warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about

if he enjoys the night breeze? I

on.” His tone was domineering and indifferent.

uncomfortable,

Newton residence, he wrapped his arm around her waist, gently pulling her into

a workaholic. You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really have the heart

clarified, “No, Jasmine, it’s not what Charles came home late because he was keeping me company at work

revealed an understanding expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has

hold around Whitney’s slender waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you

Charles often generously called Whitney his wife.

family, she

for that moment, she was his true

tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!” Jasmine made a funny face, then went off to chat

ascended the stairs. The moment they entered the room, he let go of

parted ways with him. “Once they’re all asleep, I can make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on the couch

bed,” he

agreeing, she

phone downstairs, and

the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he

quickly brought up the freshly made bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite.

wash over her. She bathed and went

real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial days, she realized it

the initial proposal acquired some reference value. During the period she was completing the proposal,

able to offer the most incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her perspective and knowledge all