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.

of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her lips, which

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

warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney

if he enjoys the night breeze? I just don’t

on.” His tone was domineering

uncomfortable, she

his arm around her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace as they

quite late. Jasmine stepped forward, teasing, “Charles, you’re such a workaholic. You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you

clarified, “No, Jasmine, it’s not what Charles came

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

you take responsibility if you keep delaying her meal and she

of the Newton family, Charles often

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

moment, she was his true wife.

won’t keep your wife from her meal any longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!” Jasmine

Whitney ascended the stairs. The moment they entered

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

the bed,” he said.

Besides agreeing, she

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

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 was actually quite

aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to Charles’ presence.

felt 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

be a real headache. However,

reference value. During the period she was completing the proposal, she also consulted Queenie

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 elevated to a