Wooing My Ex-Wife

By the time Whitney returned to the Newton residence from work, Charles had already arrived, sitting on the sofa and discussing matters related to the Newton Group with the family.

Seeing her return, Jasmine took the initiative to approach her. “Whitney, why didn’t your come back with Charles today?”

All eyes from the Newton family turned toward her in unison.

Whitney glanced at Charles, walked over to his side, and said with a smile, “I Kot held up today after work chatting with Ms. Zeller. Charles has been so busy lately, and as his wife, how could I not worry about him? So, I asked him to come home first.”

As she spoke, Charles casually placed her hand in his own with languid ease.

“Of course my wife cares about me. You guys carry on with your chat. My wife and I need to go upstairs to discuss some matters.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles took her hand and led her upstairs. The rest of the Newton family couldn’t help but chuckle, teasing them a bit under their breath.

Even when they arrived at the turn of the staircase, Charles showed no signs of letting go of her.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Whitney couldn’t help but break out in sweat.

Upon entering the study, Charles switched on his computer, his voice indifferent as he said, “I’ve seen the proposal you submitted. It’s too naive.”

Naïve…

The destructive power of the word was immense for Whitney. She had poured so much effort into the new version, yet it still failed to catch his eye.

“I’m sorry…” Whitney replied softly.

Charles glanced over at her, and she didn’t dare to say anything more.

“You don’t know how to do it, yet you don’t know how to ask too?”

With a swift motion of his hands, he tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and several documents popped up on the computer screen. They were titled: XX Project Plan, XX Management Plan, and XX Summary.

Every document ended with Charles’s personal signature.

This is… the previous planning proposal of Newton Group! These are all secrets of the Newton Group. Why is he pulling out these documents now?

Whitney was completely bewildered. The next second, Charles said, “Take a good look at. these documents. If there’s anything you don’t understand, ask me.”

to sit in front of the computer. He then settled himself on the small sofa opposite her, engrossed in his

the documents in front of her, Whitney was taken aback.

trying to teach me how to create a proposal? If I didn’t misunderstand him, that’s what he meant.

taking a

about half an hour, Whitney finally went through the plans in front of her and

on the surface, there were

should always be concise and to the point.

the sound of flipping pages could be

only to find Charles engrossed in a book about finance and

some knowledge about that book before. It was written entirely in a foreign. language. Because the subject

capable as him should have no

difference between her abilities and his. Silently, she withdrew her gaze and refocused on the documents

a long while, Whitney felt soreness in her back. Just as

scent that was uniquely Charles’s drew closer,

slowly bent over, lightly clicking the mouse, and annotating on the document. He directly highlighted the

common. This part, this part, and this part all employ

masculine fingers danced across the computer

stopped pointing and asked,

nervous. She stammered, “L… I… There’s something I still

up a conversation, and to her surprise,

the one who messed things up, so why did Charles become even more gentle toward me now that

up in Whitney’s mind,

that her mind was not

a proposal, accompany me to a dinner. party tomorrow as

“Female companion?”

an eyebrow arrogantly, “Do you have a problem?”

not at all.”

had no right to refuse, as she was now just his

the guest list for the business gala on her phone, asking her to remember some

Harris Group would undoubtedly be on the

Gwendolyn’s name at a glance, written right below Charles’ name.