The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Whitney had never thought that Charles would address her by such a term of endearment.

She was stunned for a while. It was not until Charles pinched the back of her hand and exerted more force to bring her to her senses that she snapped out of her fantasy.

“I’m not mad at you, but you’ve caused Lucas and Jasmine to misunderstand, so I should really punish you,” Whitney whined.

Although she knew that it was an act, she could not miss the chance to indulge in his gentleness, even if it was just for a short while.

She gently tugged the back of his hand with a bright and playful smile.

The atmosphere between the young couple was somewhat ambiguous.

Lucas clicked his tongue and shook his head before looking at Jasmine and saying, “Look at them. Their public display of affection is blinding.”

Jasmine took advantage of the opportunity to talk about his marriage. “Lucas, when are you going to bring home a wife? Even Charles is married now. You won’t still be single by the time Whitney has kids, will you?”

Lucas was rendered speechless.

He placed a drumstick onto Jasmine’s plate. “Just eat your food. Stay out of my business.”

At the same time, Whitney blushed slightly in embarrassment at the mention of kids.

Charles maintained a neutral expression for the rest of the meal. After retracting his hand, he focused on his meal and said nothing further.

After the meal, he went to his study.

Meanwhile, Whitney was working at the coffee table in the bedroom to deal with the work left behind during her time off last time.

After she worked for two hours, the door of the bedroom opened slowly.

Charles was pulling his tie with one hand in a leisurely manner with an unmistakable look of exhaustion in his eyes.

He glanced at Whitney, who was sitting on the couch. As he threw the tie he took off on the coat rack, he said flatly, “Make the couch. I’m tired.”

Whitney stared at him in astonishment for a moment.

She had thought that he would neither spend the night in the bedroom that day nor take the initiative to talk to her.

Mr. Newton. I’m not done with my work

He was a little displeased, but he did not say anything in

suit and entered the bathroom. The sound of water running

taking

it, and turned off the laptop. Then, she went to the cabinet to get a

done making the

is too small. It’s not suitable for someone your height, Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the couch, so don’t argue with me anymore and go sleep on

at her as

with you. This room is

found him too

not agree to it. “I’ve been sleeping on the couch during the days you were not in the room. I didn’t touch the bed, so it’s clean. You can sleep on the bed with peace of mind, Mr.

soft bed probably never expected that it would be disliked by people one

his towel to one

feel the intimidating vibe from him. She

slowly and pinched her chin. Narrowing his eyes, he seemed like he was trying to see through the disguise

room the past few days?

slightly pale. “No,

Do you really like to sleep on the

Whitney looked up slightly and met his probing eyes. She was so fazed

is still dripping with

I’m used to sleeping on the

that they got so close physically that night made

called me “Darling”

know what she was thinking, but he noticed that her

that she becomes giddy as soon as I get a little closer

her response adorable, Charles felt his mood improve a

he did not like her and only treated her as a tool to deal

her chin and wrapped his other arm around her

force with his arm, he lifted her off the couch. Their bodies

“Mr. Newton?”

was flustered by

shoulders, he turned her around so that

her lightly on her backside as if he was threatening her. “Be good and sleep on