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.

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

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

tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be moved when his words left her

What if he enjoys the night breeze? I just don’t

on.” His tone was domineering

uncomfortable, she didn’t say anything.

his arm around her

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

what Charles came home late because

said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally learned to cherish

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

front of the Newton family, Charles often generously

he was doing that to deal with the Newton family, she

for that moment, she was his

Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love is

entered the room,

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

the bed,”

is. Besides agreeing, she couldn’t say

of the bed, dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl of pasta with an egg added

gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept

aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to Charles’ presence. Whitney remained

wave of tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return that night. She chose a comfortable position and drifted off

At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial days, she realized it wasn’t as hard as

the initial proposal acquired some reference value. During the

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