Wooing My Ex-Wife

“Alright then. You guys shouldn’t tire yourselves out either. Take care of your health. Once I’ve passed my exam, I might be going abroad.”

Jasmine was engrossed in sharing her future plans, but Whitney’s mind had already drifted off somewhere else.

After having breakfast, the Newton family’s driver dropped Whitney off at the office.

After entering the office, Whitney headed in the direction of Charles’ office.

Just as Isaac was about to leave with a stack of documents, Whitney stopped him. “Is he in the office now?”

Isaac nodded. “Mr. Newton seems to be in a bad mood. Be careful.”

After giving a piece of advice, Isaac left with the documents in his arms.

Whitney headed straight for the office and knocked on the door.

“It’s me.”

“Come in.”

Charles was holding a fountain pen, diligently writing on some document. Whitney knew better than to interrupt, and quietly waited for him to finish.

After about ten minutes, Charles finally looked up, pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, “What are you doing here?”

His voice regained its calm and indifference like before.

Whitney suppressed the discomfort in her heart as she smiled and said, “I was worried about your health, so I wanted to come and see you.”

“Are you done?”

Charles didn’t lift his head, his gaze remained fixed on the documents in front of him. His brows and eyes looked serious, and his tone indifferent.

He seemed to be urging Whitney to leave.

Whitney didn’t understand.

It was understandable for him to have such an attitude yesterday. Why is he still like this today)

She couldn’t hold back any longer and asked the question that had been weighing on her heart.

“During the time you lived in the fishing village… was it that girl who took care of you? What… what’s her name?”

As she asked the question, Whitney’s heart pounded rapidly, her palms clenched as she was nervous. She carefully observed Charles’ expression.

brows suddenly furrowed, his eyes serious.

silent, and Whitney nervously swallowed, unsure of what

time been

her.

in his hand and stood up to

Whitney decided to block his path, gathering her courage to ask, “Don’t you think you owe me an

date her, but ended up leaving her alone in the country without

disappeared, and she had been worried for such

had finally met, but he still had this attitude, not saying a word, nor explaining

expression. “Once you’re back at work, you should focus and concentrate on your

left without looking

Clang!

office door was slammed shut. It struck a heavy blow to Whitney’s heart

knew by

an answer, but his attitude had already said

someone had already found a place in Charles’ heart before

laughed at herself, realizing that he simply didn’t care about

overestimated her own standing, and she presumptuously thought

fishing village, she noticed the way

a look filled with affection and quite special.

of

Gwendolyn. Whitney began to understand why he had suddenly

would no longer waste her warmth on someone who acted cold to

deep breath, Whitney suppressed her stubbornness and pride, and

this moment on, apart from necessary work interactions, Whitney would

passed, it seemed as if the people in the company

many people were often breeding grounds for rumors.

from the office together, had stopped appearing at the office at the same

also noticed that Whitney seemed to be deliberately avoiding their CEO, which inevitably piqued the curiosity of

fact that Whitney was able to turn from being a small intern to a favored individual by the CEO’s

she was a thorn in the hearts of the

to riches. There wasn’t a woman who didn’t desire a

the company when it came to choosing a partner However, they were aho well aware of

to confront the

abilities, seemed to have nothing more than her beauty to keep her by Charles’

such a woman justify the whims and fancies of those infatuated.

the two of them were at odds, some people started harboring thoughts they shouldn’t have.

a white shirt saw Whitney walking out of Charles’ office with a cold expression. She quickly pulled someone nearby and asked, “What’s