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, which were pale from the cold. Charles’ expression grew even more

his jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost

tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be moved when his words left her momentarily speechless.

What if he enjoys the night

tone was domineering

felt uncomfortable, she didn’t say anything.

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

You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really have the heart to make her work overtime with

not what Charles came home late because he was

and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally learned to cherish his

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

front of the Newton family, Charles often generously called Whitney

family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement

least for that moment, she was his true

me tell you, Charles,

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

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

bed,”

it is. Besides agreeing, she

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

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

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

a wave of tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return that night. She chose

At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after

value. During the period she was completing the proposal, she also

during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her perspective and knowledge all elevated to