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.”

no argument

at a

Fine then.

as she walked out.

personally packing her things. Whitney quickly took the folder

HR department has already made arrangements for your

spoke about this matter loudly in the logistics

had personally arranged for Whitney

knocked on Queenie’s office

“Come in.”

the initiative to pour her a

the CEO is not like working

you have generously shared your work

grateful to

with a smile. “You don’t need to thank anyone. Everything you’ve achieved is due to your own hard work.

“Okay.”

to

on the

about who she

Whitney’s name was almost on the lips of every employee

around Mr. Newton are men? How come

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

have caught his eye. I remember she even presented a plan at the general staff meeting. Not everyone has the audacity and ability to perform

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

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

assistant’s desk, Whitney was organizing the documents in front of

the CEO’s assistant, she realized just how many tasks Charles had to handle

Ding!

rang.

Whitney hurriedly answered, “Mr. Newton, may I ask

work hours, she addressed him as Mr.

me. Three

could even respond, the call

What the heck?

seventy percent hot? How

past. Charles had always complained that the coffee she made was either too hot or too cold.

Whitney was overwhelmed.

only liked freshly ground coffee. However,