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.

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

jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you

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

retorted. What if he enjoys the night breeze? I

it on.” His tone was domineering and indifferent.

felt uncomfortable, she didn’t say anything.

wrapped his arm around her waist,

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

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

said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has

tightened his hold around Whitney’s slender waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her

of the Newton family, Charles often

with the Newton family, she

least for that moment, she was

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

they entered the room, he let

ways with him. “Once they’re all asleep, I can make something to eat for myself.

bed,” he

Besides agreeing, she

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

that, Whitney couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept away.

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

tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to

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

reference value. During the

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