The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 822 Going Smoothly

Charles’ eyes were filled with nothing but disdain, making Whitney feel somewhat embarrassed.

That plan was the result of her pondering all afternoon.

She raised her hand to shield her screen, stuttering, “Um… I-I’m not done yet. This is just a prototype.”

As she spoke, she lacked any hint of confidence. She wasn’t adept at creating proposals, but luckily, Queenie had given her half a month. She still had the opportunity to refine her work.

In that case, Charles didn’t feel like dampening her enthusiasm, simply asking. “Do you plan on sleeping. at the office tonight?” Judging by her demeanor, if I didn’t show up, she might actually spend the night at the office. I really can’t fathom what’s going on in her mind.

Only then did Whitney notice the time. She hadn’t realized it was almost ten in the night.

At that moment, her stomach growled, a blush instantly coloring her neck. Even the tips of her ears turned red.

“Haven’t eaten yet?” asked Charles.

Whitney nodded. If it weren’t for Charles, she wouldn’t have realized it was already past her working -hours.

Seeing that, Charles was somewhat dissatisfied and said coldly, “Pack up and head home.”

Whitney didn’t dare to refuse his request. She quickly saved the draft on her computer, picked up her bag. and followed him out.

His strides were long, so Whitney had to jog to keep up with his pace.

Soon after, his luxury car roared to life, taking off at a speed akin to an arrow released from its bow. Startled, Whitney immediately gripped her seatbelt tightly.

Charles rolled down the car window, letting the cold wind sweep into the car.

Dressed in thin clothing, Whitney felt a chill as the wind blew toward her. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around herself, silently enduring the cold.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her lips, which were pale from the cold. Charles’ expression grew even more annoyed.

Slowing down the car, Charles tossed his jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you trying to catch a cold?”

faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be

What if he enjoys the night breeze? I just don’t

on.” His tone was domineering

uncomfortable, she didn’t say

Newton residence, he wrapped his arm

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workaholic. You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really

not what Charles came home late because he was keeping me company at work

you think.

expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the

wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you

of the Newton family, Charles often

that to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of

least for that moment, she

her meal any longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love

Whitney ascended the stairs. The moment they entered the room, he let go

can make something to eat for

on the bed,”

is. Besides agreeing, she couldn’t

the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl of pasta with an egg

quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might have a

to her.

bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to Charles’ presence. Whitney remained somewhat reserved,

her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles

planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through the

initial proposal acquired some reference value. During the period she was completing the proposal, she also consulted Queenie

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suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her