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 pale from the

jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said,

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

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

His tone was

felt uncomfortable, she didn’t say

Newton residence, he wrapped his arm around her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace as they walked in together.

working. Whitney is frail, you know.

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

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

you take responsibility if you keep

of the Newton family, Charles often generously called Whitney his wife.

the Newton family, she couldn’t help but

moment, she was his

tell you, Charles, showing

ascended the stairs. The moment they entered

make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on the couch tonight so

the bed,” he

Besides agreeing, she couldn’t say

to the side of the bed, dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl of pasta with an egg added up

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

the freshly made bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to Charles’ presence. Whitney

wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles

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, she realized it wasn’t

value. During the period she was

during that