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.

a glimpse of her lips, which were pale

annoyed, he said,

faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be

if he enjoys the night breeze? I just

tone was domineering and indifferent.

Whitney felt uncomfortable, she didn’t

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

when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really have the heart to make her

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

wonderful news! It seems Charles,

yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her meal

Charles

knew he was doing that to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in

that moment, she

now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!”

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

asleep, I can make something to eat for myself. I

the bed,” he

it is. Besides agreeing, she

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

felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept

pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However,

Whitney felt a wave of tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to

At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial days, she

to her hard work, the initial proposal acquired some reference value. During the period she was completing the proposal, she also consulted Queenie a few times.

Queenie was able to offer the most incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period that