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.

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

it on.” His tone was domineering and

felt uncomfortable,

wrapped his arm around her

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his embrace as they walked

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

clarified, “No, Jasmine, it’s not what Charles

you think.

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

yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep

family, Charles often generously

with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement

that moment, she

now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!” Jasmine made a funny face, then went off to

the stairs. The moment they

can make something to eat for myself. I can sleep on the couch tonight so that

on the

Besides agreeing, she couldn’t

the side of the bed, dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a

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

to her.

brought up the freshly made bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s

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

one was busy. At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial days, she realized it wasn’t as hard as

the period she was completing

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