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

he did

took off his expensive suit and entered the bathroom. The

taking

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

was done making the couch, Charles

prefer to sleep on the couch, so don’t argue with

even look at her as he deliberately averted

he replied, “No one is arguing with you. This room

him

not agree to it. “I’ve been sleeping on the couch during the days you were not in the room. I

that it would be disliked by people one day, whereas the small and narrow couch had become

fixed his gaze on Whitney’s face. He tossed his towel to one side after wiping his hair and slowly walked

intimidating vibe from him.

Narrowing his eyes, he seemed like he

to the room the past few

slightly pale. “No, I’m

me, then? Do you

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

still dripping with water from his

used to sleeping on the

seen Charles for a few days, so the fact that they

me “Darling” during

was thinking, but he noticed

she becomes giddy as soon as

felt his mood

he did not like her and only treated her

of her chin and wrapped his other arm around her

his arm, he lifted her off the couch. Their

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by his

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

patted her lightly on her backside as if he was