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, he

two-finger typing

hold back

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 off by the keyboard? If you continue typing at this speed, when will

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

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

admit defeat. “Well, I can just put in more time and effort. If I practice more,

methods are wrong. Even if you train your typing for a year, you

nodded in agreement. “Yeah, yeah. You’re the fastest, Mr.

of displeasure surfaced within Charles when he heard that. Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked her head lightly.

“What?”

engrossed in her work that she had

be bothered to explain. Bending down toward her, he grabbed her hands which were on the keyboard, and corrected her

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

bit gruff and impatient, he provided

just taught you and type

very serious. Suppressing her urge to revert back to typing with two fingers, she followed Charles’ guidance and typed out a line of

to it, she kept making typos.

managed to improve, she was quite talented. He

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 allowed to sleep. I’ll also

as he casually picked out a relatively short contract from the stack of

that I’m no longer your employee once I leave the company? How can you just exploit my labor and

navigate the workplace with ease in the future, you need to step up your game and quickly 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

not sound pleasant,

not to let her first month’s salary go to waste, Whitney pushed herself to increase her typing speed. Ignoring

did indeed improve considerably after practicing for some

while. For some reason, his gaze was drawn to her

her hand earlier and corrected her finger placement, his face accidentally

sensation crept up on

sensation

that his thoughts were drifting again, a cold expression crossed

sleep. You’re so dumb that even pigs are smarter than you. I can’t help but wonder what your life was like in Tayhaven. You don’t

and

to give him any reason to