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

a loss for words.

Fine then.

limped as she walked out.

packing her things. Whitney quickly took the folder from his hands. “I can do it myself.”

made arrangements for your

matter loudly in the logistics

for Whitney to work by his side. because he valued

knocked on

“Come in.”

the visitor was Whitney, Queenie took the

working alongside Mr. Newton. Working with the CEO is not like working in the logistics department. You need to be

I was an intern, you have generously shared your work experience with me. If it weren’t for your guidance, I’m afraid I’d still be that clueless

truly grateful

achieved is due to your own hard work. I simply saw my past

“Okay.”

headed to the

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

curious about who she was and how she had the ability to stay by Charles’ side.

the lips

aides around Mr. Newton are men? How come this time. they’ve let someone from the

you understand? This person named Whitney is quite capable. In a short period of time, she hast risen from an intern to the position

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

knows? The thoughts of the CEO are beyond our comprehension. Let’s just focus

discussions had been almost a daily occurrence since Whitney became the CEO’s assistant.

organizing

becoming the CEO’s assistant, she realized just how many

Ding!

phone in front of her rang.

“Mr. Newton, may I ask

she addressed him as Mr. Newton.

of coffee for me. Three

even respond, the call abruptly

What the heck?

hot? How am I supposed to measure that?

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

Whitney was overwhelmed.

he only liked freshly ground coffee.