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.

that, he

two-finger typing technique

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 your thumb? Did it get chopped off by the keyboard? If you continue

around and glared at him. “Mr. Newton, return to your room if you’re done with

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

more time and effort. If I practice more, I can

typing for

yeah.

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

“What?”

work that she

Bending down toward her, he grabbed her hands which were on the keyboard,

After typing, press the spacebar with your thumb. Use the Enter key to go to the next line. Make sure to memorize the order of

was a bit gruff and impatient, he provided detailed instructions

method I just taught you and type

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

not used to it, she kept making typos. Regardless, her finger placement was

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

contract too. Keep recalling the finger placement I just taught you. If you

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

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

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 the work after the three-month internship, be

words did not sound pleasant,

her first month’s salary go to waste, Whitney pushed herself to increase her typing speed. Ignoring his presence completely, she threw herself wholeheartedly into

speed did indeed improve considerably after practicing for some

her for a while. For some

and corrected her finger

strange tingling sensation

sensation crept

Charles realized that his thoughts were drifting again, a cold expression crossed

smarter than you. I can’t help but wonder what your life was like in Tayhaven. You

and

Whitney diligently typed away on the keyboard, determined not to give him