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.

corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her lips, which were

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 to be moved when his words left

the night breeze? I

on.” His tone was

uncomfortable,

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

“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

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

It seems Charles, the typical

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

family, Charles often generously

was doing that to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help

she was his true wife.

tell you, Charles, showing off your love is

moment they entered the

make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on the couch tonight so that I won’t disturb

on the bed,” he

is. Besides agreeing, she

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

had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might have a sharp tongue, but

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

her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return that night. She chose a comfortable position

one was busy. At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial

value. During the period she was completing the

her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her perspective and