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.

sleep on the bed, Mr. Newton. I’m

He was a little displeased, but he did not say anything in the end. “Get it

entered the bathroom. The sound of water running was

was taking a

at hand, saved it, and turned off the laptop. Then, she went to the cabinet to get a quilt to make the

done making the couch, Charles

Newton. I prefer to sleep

look at her as he

one is arguing with you. This room is mine, so I can sleep wherever

found him too

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

soft bed probably never expected that it would be disliked by people one day, whereas the small and narrow

Whitney’s face. He tossed his towel to

from him. She got cold feet and lowered her head

chin. Narrowing his eyes, he seemed like he was trying to see through

room the past few days? Are you

slightly

me, then? Do you really like

looked up slightly and met his probing eyes. She was so fazed by his attractiveness that she subconsciously swallowed

hair is still half-wet, while his jaw is still dripping with water from his shower. He looks so

I’m used to sleeping on

so the fact that they got so close physically that night

even called me

was thinking, but he noticed

becomes giddy as soon

felt his mood improve a

even though he did not like

Charles let go of her chin and wrapped his other arm

off the couch. Their bodies were practically pressing

“Mr. Newton?”

by

on his face, he watched as she panicked. Grabbing her shoulders, he

if he was threatening her. “Be