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

two-finger typing

not hold back with

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

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

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

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

you train your typing for a

“Yeah, yeah.

his jaw grimly, he flicked her head lightly. “You shouldn’t say that

“What?”

was so engrossed in her work that she had no idea what

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

right hand handles the other half. After typing, press the spacebar with your thumb. Use the Enter

gruff and impatient, he provided

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

she had to stare at the keyboard. However, she was very serious. Suppressing her urge to revert back to typing

she kept making typos. Regardless, her finger placement was

Considering how quickly she managed to improve, she was quite talented. He

task tonight. After entering all the data, record this contract too. Keep recalling the finger placement I just taught you. If

a relatively short contract from the stack of documents

“Didn’t you say that I’m no longer your employee once I leave the company? How can you just exploit my labor and cut my

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 the work after the three-month internship, be prepared to be kicked

sound pleasant, they made

Whitney pushed herself to increase her typing speed. Ignoring his presence completely, she threw herself wholeheartedly into

considerably after practicing

for a while. For some reason, his gaze was drawn

he held her hand earlier and corrected her finger placement,

sensation

tingling sensation

drifting again,

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

he turned around impatiently and

on the keyboard, determined not to give him any reason