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,

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

he tossed over carried his warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be moved when

the night breeze? I just don’t want to upset him.

tone was domineering and indifferent.

uncomfortable, she

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

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

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

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

you take

Charles often generously called

knew he was doing that to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in her

she was his true

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

the stairs. The moment they entered the room,

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

the bed,” he

agreeing, she couldn’t say anything else.

downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl

company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might have a sharp tongue, but he was

aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite.

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

to be a real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial days, she realized it wasn’t as hard as she thought.

value. During the

time, Queenie was able to offer the most incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her perspective and knowledge all