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.

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

annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you trying

faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about

enjoys the night breeze? I just

His tone was

Whitney felt uncomfortable, she didn’t say anything.

around her

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

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

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

Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her meal and she faints

Charles often generously called Whitney his wife.

family, she couldn’t

moment, she was his true wife.

her meal any longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing

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

to eat for myself. I can

the bed,”

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

and ordered, “Bring a

moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he

pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to Charles’ presence. Whitney remained

tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return

busy. At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real

During the period she was completing the proposal, she

suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period