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?”

tobacco scent. Whitney was

softly retorted. What if he enjoys the night breeze?

on.” His tone was domineering and

uncomfortable, she

residence, he wrapped his arm around

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returned quite late. Jasmine stepped forward, teasing, “Charles, you’re such a workaholic. You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really have the

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

you think.

and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally learned to cherish his

his hold around Whitney’s slender waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her meal and

the Newton family, Charles often

the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel

for that moment, she

Let me tell you, Charles,

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

him. “Once they’re all asleep, I can make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on

the bed,”

agreeing, she couldn’t

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

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

to her.

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

tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return that night. She chose a

real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial days, she realized it wasn’t as

During the period she was

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incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period