Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Charles didn’t even spare her a glance. After placing the milk down, he headed towards the couch in the study. Crossing his legs, he took out his laptop and began delving into his work.

After a few minutes, Whitney noticed that there was someone in the study.

Charles hadn’t left.

She tilted her head and cast a gaze toward the couch. “Mr. Newton, are you busy with work?”

Charles was tapping on the keyboard attentively, seemingly oblivious to her.

If he was genuinely busy with work, she would feel a tinge of guilt.

After all, she had taken over Charles’ desk. Despite being the rightful owner, he had to bend over and work on the couch.

“Why don’t we switch positions, Mr. Newton?”

Charles’ hands froze as he stared at her as if she was a fool.

She’s using a desktop computer. How can we switch positions? Doesn’t she think before she speaks?

Despite complaining in his mind, Charles betrayed no emotions outwardly. “It’s fine. Shut up and deal with your matters. Stop disturbing me.”

Whitney tactfully fell silent and continued to enter the data.

The study was filled with the rhythmic sound of typing.

Both of them worked side by side harmoniously like a couple who had been married for many years.

As someone relatively new to typing on the keyboard, Whitney was quite slow in typing.

After two hours, Charles was done with his work. However, Whitney still had some work left to complete.

Furrowing his brows, he observed her side profile attentively.

He couldn’t tell if the workload was too overwhelming or if she was just dumb.

While Whitney’s eyes were glued to the computer’s screen, he walked behind her softly and checked how she was doing.

saw that,

two-finger typing

not hold back

rest of your fingers, except for those two, immobile? Are they only there for show? You don’t know how to press the spacebar with your thumb? Did it get chopped

at him. “Mr. Newton, return to your room if you’re done with work. Although I type really slowly, I

alone?” Charles glanced upward, almost bursting into laughter. “Your basic skills are so horrible! How can you even improve your

can just put in more time and effort. If I practice more, I can

methods are wrong. Even if you train your typing for a year, you still can’t catch

yeah. You’re the

his jaw grimly, he flicked her head lightly.

“What?”

engrossed in her work that she had no idea what he was talking

bothered to explain. Bending down toward her, he grabbed her hands which were on

left hand should handle this half of the keyboard, and your right hand handles the other half. After typing, press the spacebar with your thumb. Use the Enter key to go to the

and impatient, he provided detailed instructions and

just taught you and

keyboard. However, she was very serious. Suppressing her urge to revert

not used to it, she kept making typos. Regardless,

observed her hands quietly. Considering how quickly she managed to improve,

said, “You’re so dumb. I’ll give you an additional task tonight. After entering all the data, record this contract too. Keep recalling the finger placement I just taught you. If you don’t finish tonight, you aren’t

a relatively short contract from the

your employee

master all the necessary skills. Let me make this clear—you won’t become a full-time worker just because of our personal relationship. If you aren’t capable enough to handle the intensity of the work after the three-month internship, be prepared

sound

month’s salary go to waste, Whitney pushed herself to increase her typing

considerably after

while. For some reason, his gaze was drawn

earlier and corrected her finger placement, his face accidentally brushed against

sensation crept up on

tingling sensation crept up

thoughts were drifting again, a cold expression

I can’t help but wonder what your life was like in

impatiently and went to the window

determined not to give him