Wooing My Ex-Wife

Once again. Whitney brought a cup of coffee into the office and carefully pushed it toward him. “Mr. Newton, your freshly brewed coffee is ready. Please have a taste. If it’s not to your liking. I can brew another one for you.”

Hearing her voice, Charles slowly raised his head and gave her a look.

He lifted his coffee and took a sip. His brows furrowed slightly first before his expression changed several times. An indiscernible look subsequently descended upon his face.

Gradually, one could tell from his eyes that he had fallen into deep thought.

Sweat beads formed on the tip of Whitney’s nose, her heart pounding wildly. Her mind was running wild. with all sorts of thoughts about Charles’s response.

She felt as if time had slowed to a standstill in the quiet office. It was as if even the air around her had been. sucked dry, making her feel so tense that she held her breath.

Such an amusing reaction greatly pleased Charles, causing a faint curve to appear at the corner of his mouth.

However, he quickly regained his composure, setting down the cup in his hand. His handsome features took on a more serious expression as he slowly uttered, “Mmm-hmm.”

The single hum was enough to make Whitney feel as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her chest, eliciting a long sigh of relief from her.

“Is there anything else you need, Mr. Newton?”

No one knew how torturous these past few minutes had been for her. Every second felt like an eternity.

“That’s all for now.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles’s gaze returned to the screen, no longer paying her any attention.

Upon hearing his words, Whitney respectfully nodded at him with the tray in her hands. She then confidently walked out of the office, carefully closing the door behind her.

As soon as she stepped out, she couldn’t contain the joy within her. She was so thrilled that she lifted the tray in a triumphant gesture. In that moment, she felt completely invigorated.

Phew!

Now that I finally have the chance to work with him, I must avoid annoying him at all costs.

She was determined to make all those who were prejudiced against her, see her in a new light.

Back at her desk, she barely had time to get comfortable when the phone on her desk started ringing again. She quickly picked it up, asking patiently, “Mr. Newton, what can I do for you?”

to collect the

“Okay.”

soon as he finished speaking, Charles hung up

up and pulled herself together.

the fifteenth floor. Everyone she encountered along the way looked at her with a peculiar gaze.

would no longer

reduced significantly. She guessed that her

outside Queenie’s office, knocked on the door, and walked in. “Ms. Zeller, Mr. Newton sent

the documents are on the sofa. Feel

pausing to gesture toward the sofa by the door before

was right to interrupt. However, when her gaze landed on the

move all these documents

asked, “Ms. Zeller, do you

Alright, you should get going and

Buried in work, she sounded as if

That many? Is

froze at her

to move these mountainous piles of documents? How could I

from the office and saw

find someone to help her at that point, she was worried

by Charles after all. It’s not like it’s going to kill

files out of

to move the documents out of the office, she caught a glimpse of a discarded cardboard box at the door. An idea instantly flashed across her mind.

the stacks of documents into the cardboard box, then somehow found a piece of rope and threaded it through a small hole

made, making it

one end of the rope over her shoulder before dragging the cardboard box toward the elevator. As she passed the other employees by, many couldn’t help but turn their gaze toward her.

around her, Whitney quickly arrived at the CEO’s office door, dragging

Knock, knock, knock….

“Come in.”

coldly, lifting his eyes just in time to see Whitney dragging in the mountainous pile of

was puzzled by the sight. “What are

were in a hurry to get these documents. If I moved them bit by bit, it would not only waste time but also interfere with others’ work. So,

admit she’s pretty smart,