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 her lips, which were pale from the cold. Charles’ expression grew even

down the car, Charles tossed his jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have

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

softly retorted. What if he enjoys the night breeze? I just

on.” His tone was domineering

uncomfortable,

the Newton residence, he wrapped his arm around her waist,

stepped forward, teasing, “Charles, you’re 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 at

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

Jasmine revealed an understanding expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the

Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying

the Newton family, Charles often generously called Whitney his

family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in

for that moment, she was his true wife.

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

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

I can make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on

bed,” he said.

Besides agreeing, she couldn’t say anything else.

and ordered, “Bring a bowl of

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

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

a wave of tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that

tended to fly by when one was busy. At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial days,

to her hard work, 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