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.

eye, he caught a glimpse of her lips,

said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you trying to catch a cold?”

a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was

retorted. What if he enjoys the night

tone was domineering

felt uncomfortable, she didn’t

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

frail, you

came home late because he was keeping me

revealed an understanding expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally learned to cherish his wife.”

tightened his hold around Whitney’s slender waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you

family, Charles often generously called Whitney his

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

she

tell you, Charles, showing off your love is

entered the room, he let go

eat for myself. I can sleep on the

the bed,” he said.

agreeing, she couldn’t say anything else.

side of the bed, dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring

chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might have a sharp tongue, but he was actually quite kind to her.

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,

when one was busy. At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache.

acquired some reference value. During the period she was completing

time, Queenie was able to offer the most incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her