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.

he caught a glimpse of her lips, which were pale from the cold. Charles’ expression grew

his jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you trying to catch a cold?”

warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was

What if he enjoys the night breeze? I

tone

felt uncomfortable, she didn’t say anything.

around her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace as they walked in

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 how pale her face is.”

it’s not what Charles came home late because he was keeping me company at work today.”

said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally learned

his hold around Whitney’s slender waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her meal and she faints from

Newton family, Charles often generously called

family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter

that moment, she was his true

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 your love is

the stairs. The moment they entered

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

on the bed,” he

Besides agreeing, she couldn’t say

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

let out a quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept

enticing aroma stirred-

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

to fly by when one was busy. At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However,

initial proposal acquired some reference value. During the

incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that