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,

the legendary two-finger typing technique makes its

not hold

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

turned 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

want to do that alone?” Charles glanced upward, almost bursting into laughter. “Your basic skills are

“Well, I can just put in more time and effort.

if you train your typing for a year, you still can’t catch up to my

in agreement. “Yeah, yeah.

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

“What?”

was so engrossed in her work that she

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

half. 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 these

bit gruff and

the method I just taught you

keyboard. However, she was very serious. Suppressing her urge to revert back to typing with two fingers, she followed Charles’ guidance and

to it, she kept

managed to improve, she was quite talented. He

recalling the finger placement I just taught you. If you don’t finish tonight, you aren’t allowed to sleep. I’ll also deduct

out a relatively short

back at him in despair. “Didn’t you say that I’m no longer your employee

and quickly master all the necessary skills. Let me make this clear—you won’t become a full-time worker just because of our

words did not sound

salary go to waste, Whitney pushed herself to increase her

considerably after practicing for

while. For some

her finger placement, his face accidentally

strange tingling sensation crept up

tingling sensation crept

his thoughts were drifting again, a

get some sleep. You’re so dumb that even pigs are smarter than you. I can’t help but wonder what

turned around impatiently and went to the window

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