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.

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

Charles tossed his jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you trying to

and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be

he enjoys the night breeze?

it on.” His tone

though Whitney felt uncomfortable,

her waist,

you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really

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

wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally learned

wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her meal and she faints from hunger?”

front of the Newton family, Charles often generously

to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but

moment, she was

right, I won’t keep your wife from her meal any longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell you,

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

also understood and parted ways with him. “Once they’re all asleep, I can make something to eat

on the bed,”

Besides agreeing, she

the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a

out a quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might have a sharp tongue, but he

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

and went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return

first, Whitney found the planning to be a real

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

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