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.

glimpse of her lips, which were pale from the cold. Charles’ expression

car, Charles tossed his jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have

tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be moved when his words

enjoys the night

His tone was domineering

though Whitney felt uncomfortable, she

her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace as they walked

quite late. 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 at how pale her face is.”

Jasmine, it’s not what Charles came home late because he was keeping me company at

hearing that, Jasmine revealed an understanding expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man,

waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her meal and she

family, Charles often generously

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

she

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

stairs. The moment they entered the room,

to eat

on the bed,”

bed it is. Besides agreeing, she couldn’t say anything else.

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

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

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

meal and drink, Whitney felt a wave of tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed,

planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial days, she realized it

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

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