Wooing My Ex-Wife

Whitney was terrified to the core and too scared to struggle for fear that she might fall flat on her bum.

Feeling the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his heartbeat, Whitney slowly turned her head and raised her swollen eyes to meet his gaze.

At that very moment, her eyes resembled an aggrieved baby deer who was desperately in need of her master’s comfort and yearning for a warm embrace to alleviate all the malice she had endured recently.

Charles settled on the couch and allowed Whitney to sit on his lap. His fingertips threaded through her golden hair and soothingly massaged the back of her head.

Whitney was stunned.

It seemed as if the man before her eyes had been possessed.

He was so gentle that it felt like a trap.

In his arms. Whitney gradually calmed down.

“Are you feeling better after letting it all out?”

Whitney blinked her long lashes, which were wet with tears before nodding in a daze.

Charles took a tissue and gently wiped her tears away. “Do you still want to resign?”

His voice was unusually gentle.

Somewhat taken aback, Whitney still nodded. Her gaze was resolute.

Understanding her concerns, Charles released his embrace, pressed the intercom, and instructed Isaac, “Whitney will work at the top level from now on and serve as my assistant.”

Upon hearing that, Whitney was shocked.

Gossip had already spread like wildfire in the company. If she were to work directly by his side, it would inevitably fuel the rumors even more.

She did not want to become a burden to him.

When the call ended, Charles’ gaze turned to her. Raising an eyebrow, he said, “What else are you worried about? No one dares to gossip when you’re working with me.”

“But… I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

Charles stood up, returned to his desk, and quickly immersed himself in his work. His fingers were rapidly typing on the keyboard, and he completely ignored Whitney’s words.

“Go pack your things.”

still the same tone that brooked no argument and left her no room

at a

Fine then.

as she walked

things. Whitney quickly took the folder from his

has already made arrangements

deliberately spoke about this matter loudly in the logistics

personally arranged for Whitney to work by

on Queenie’s office door.

“Come in.”

Whitney, Queenie took the

the CEO is not like working in the logistics department. You need to be on your toes at all times. Try your best not to

Ms. Zeller. Thank you. Ever since I was an intern, you have generously shared your work experience with me. If it

was truly grateful to Queenie.

Everything you’ve achieved is due to your own hard work. I simply saw my past self in you. Keep going.

“Okay.”

bidding farewell to Queenie, Whitney headed to

Charles new assistant on the company’s official website,

originally uninterested in Whitney became curious about who she was and how she had

almost on the lips

are men?

named Whitney is quite capable. In a short period of time, she hast risen

not the type to be swayed by beauty. She must possess extraordinary abilities to have caught his eye. I remember she even presented a plan at the general staff meeting. Not everyone has the

of the CEO are beyond our comprehension. Let’s just focus on

almost a daily occurrence since

organizing the documents

realized just how many tasks

Ding!

of her rang. It was connected to Charles’ office.

throat, Whitney hurriedly answered, “Mr. Newton, may I ask what your instructions

she addressed him as Mr.

coffee for me. Three parts sugar and seventy

Whitney could even respond, the call abruptly

What the heck?

hot? How am I supposed

that the coffee she made was either too hot or too cold. This time, he gave her a specific temperature

Whitney was overwhelmed.

freshly ground coffee. However, every