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.

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

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

carried his warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be

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

on.” His tone

though Whitney felt uncomfortable, she didn’t say anything.

her waist, gently

when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really have the

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

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

hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying

the Newton family, Charles often generously called Whitney

he was doing that to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but

she

right, I 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 made

The moment they entered the room, he let

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,”

agreeing, she couldn’t say anything

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

quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might have

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

went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return that night. She chose a

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, she realized it wasn’t as

reference value. During the period she was completing the proposal, she

incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney grew a