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

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

his warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be moved when his words left her

enjoys the night breeze? I

His tone

felt uncomfortable, she

returned to the Newton residence, he wrapped his arm around her waist, gently pulling

Whitney is frail, you

it’s not what Charles came home late because he was keeping me company at work today.”

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

hasn’t eaten yet. Will you

of the Newton family, Charles often generously called

Newton family, she

moment, she was his

now? Let me tell you,

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

and parted ways with him. “Once they’re all asleep, I can make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on the couch tonight so that I won’t disturb your rest.”

bed,” he

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

of the bed, dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl of

the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he

housekeeper quickly brought up the freshly made bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due

a satisfying meal and drink, Whitney felt a wave of tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles

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

the

incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her perspective and knowledge