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.”

was still the same tone that brooked no argument and left her no room for discussion.

at a loss for words.

Fine then.

nodded and limped as she walked

department, Isaac was personally packing her things. Whitney quickly took the folder from his hands. “I can

ready soon. The HR department has already made arrangements for your

spoke about this matter loudly

Charles had personally arranged for Whitney to work by his side.

knocked on Queenie’s office

“Come in.”

was Whitney, Queenie took the initiative to pour her a cup of

working in the logistics department. You need to be

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.

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

“Okay.”

Whitney headed to the top floor with her

department posted the name of Charles new assistant on the company’s official

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

the lips of every

around Mr. Newton are men? How come

you understand? This person named Whitney is quite capable. In a short period of time, she hast risen from an intern to the position of the CEO’s assistant. From what I know, she’s also quite

have caught his eye. I remember she even presented a plan at the general staff meeting. Not

are beyond our comprehension. Let’s just focus on doing our own jobs.”

discussions had been almost a daily occurrence since Whitney

the top-level assistant’s desk, Whitney was organizing

realized just how

Ding!

her rang. It

hurriedly answered, “Mr. Newton, may I ask what your instructions are?”

work hours, she addressed

of coffee for me.

Whitney could even respond, the call abruptly ended.

What the heck?

hot? How am

too hot or too cold.

Whitney was overwhelmed.

coffee. However, every time she ground the coffee, it