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.

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

Charles tossed his jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you trying to catch a cold?”

he tossed over carried his warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be moved when his words left her momentarily speechless.

the night breeze? I just don’t want to upset him.

His tone was domineering

though Whitney felt uncomfortable, she

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

Jasmine stepped forward, teasing, “Charles, you’re such a workaholic. You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really have the heart to make her work overtime with you? Look

quickly clarified, “No, Jasmine, it’s not what Charles came home late because he

“That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has

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

the Newton family, Charles often

the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement

she was his true

keep your wife from her meal any longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell

moment they entered the room, he

and parted ways with him. “Once they’re all asleep, I can make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on the couch tonight so that I won’t disturb

bed,”

is. Besides agreeing, she

and ordered, “Bring a

quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept

bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to Charles’ presence. Whitney remained somewhat reserved, eating very

a wave of tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that

found the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through

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

It was during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her perspective and knowledge all