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.”

same tone that brooked no argument and left her no room for

was at a loss for

Fine then.

and limped as she walked

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

already made arrangements for your position. Starting tomorrow,

about this matter

wanted to convey the message that Charles had personally arranged for Whitney to work by his side. because he valued

Whitney knocked on Queenie’s

“Come in.”

Queenie took the initiative to pour

now on, you’ll be working alongside Mr. Newton. Working with the CEO is not like working

I was an intern, you have generously shared your work experience with me. If

truly grateful to

don’t need to thank anyone. Everything you’ve achieved is due to your

“Okay.”

bidding farewell to Queenie, Whitney headed to the top

new assistant on the company’s official website, the whole company instantly erupted

she was and

was almost on the lips of every employee in the company.

assistants and special aides around Mr. Newton are men? How come this time. they’ve let someone from the logistics department become his

period of time, she hast risen from an intern to the position of the CEO’s assistant. From what I

caught his eye. I remember she even

beyond our

had been almost a daily occurrence since Whitney became the

organizing the documents in

realized just how

Ding!

her rang. It

answered, “Mr. Newton, may

hours, she addressed him as Mr. Newton.

cup of coffee for me. Three parts sugar and seventy

could even respond, the

What the heck?

percent hot? How

the coffee she made was either too

Whitney was overwhelmed.

her even more was that he only liked freshly ground coffee. However, every time she ground the coffee,