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.

he saw that, he was

the legendary two-finger typing

not hold back with his

the 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

her head around and glared at him. “Mr. Newton, return to your room if you’re done with work. Although I type really slowly, I don’t intend to sleep tonight. I’ll train my typing

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

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

Even if you train your typing for a

in agreement. “Yeah, yeah. You’re the

he heard that. Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked her head

“What?”

engrossed in her work that she had no idea

her, he grabbed her hands which were on the keyboard,

typing, press the spacebar with your thumb. Use the

was a bit gruff and impatient, he

it out. Use the method I just taught you and type out a

very serious. Suppressing her urge to revert back to typing

kept making typos. Regardless, her

managed to improve, she was quite

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

spoke nonchalantly as he casually picked out a relatively short contract from the stack of documents on

despair. “Didn’t you say that I’m no longer your employee once I leave the company? How can you just

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

sound

to increase her

indeed improve considerably after practicing for some

while. For some reason, his gaze was drawn to

her finger placement, his

tingling sensation crept up

sensation crept up

thoughts were drifting again, a

quickly and get some 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 went

typed away on the keyboard, determined not to give him any reason to nitpick or deduct