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.

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

he said, “Have you

tossed over carried his warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney

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

tone was

Whitney felt uncomfortable, she didn’t say

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

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 at how pale

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

expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems

yet. Will you take responsibility if you

of the Newton family, Charles often generously called

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

moment, she was his

meal any longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!”

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

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

bed,”

Besides agreeing, she couldn’t say anything else.

the side of the bed, dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl of pasta with an egg added up here.”

company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might have a sharp tongue, but he was actually quite kind to

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

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

the planning to be a real headache.

the initial proposal acquired some reference value. During the

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