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

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

warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney

night breeze? I just

tone was

uncomfortable, she didn’t

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

a workaholic. You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you

Charles came home late because

wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally

slender waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying

of the Newton family, Charles often generously called

family,

least for that moment, she was

her meal any longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!” Jasmine made a funny face, then went off

moment they entered the room, he let

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

bed,” he

Besides agreeing, she couldn’t

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

help but let out a quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might

freshly made bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred-

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 to sleep.

a real headache. However, after getting through the

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