Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 822 Going Smoothly

Charles’ eyes were filled with nothing but disdain, making Whitney feel somewhat embarrassed.

That plan was the result of her pondering all afternoon.

She raised her hand to shield her screen, stuttering, “Um… I-I’m not done yet. This is just a prototype.”

As she spoke, she lacked any hint of confidence. She wasn’t adept at creating proposals, but luckily, Queenie had given her half a month. She still had the opportunity to refine her work.

In that case, Charles didn’t feel like dampening her enthusiasm, simply asking. “Do you plan on sleeping. at the office tonight?” Judging by her demeanor, if I didn’t show up, she might actually spend the night at the office. I really can’t fathom what’s going on in her mind.

Only then did Whitney notice the time. She hadn’t realized it was almost ten in the night.

At that moment, her stomach growled, a blush instantly coloring her neck. Even the tips of her ears turned red.

“Haven’t eaten yet?” asked Charles.

Whitney nodded. If it weren’t for Charles, she wouldn’t have realized it was already past her working -hours.

Seeing that, Charles was somewhat dissatisfied and said coldly, “Pack up and head home.”

Whitney didn’t dare to refuse his request. She quickly saved the draft on her computer, picked up her bag. and followed him out.

His strides were long, so Whitney had to jog to keep up with his pace.

Soon after, his luxury car roared to life, taking off at a speed akin to an arrow released from its bow. Startled, Whitney immediately gripped her seatbelt tightly.

Charles rolled down the car window, letting the cold wind sweep into the car.

Dressed in thin clothing, Whitney felt a chill as the wind blew toward her. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around herself, silently enduring the cold.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her lips, which were pale from the cold. Charles’ expression grew even more annoyed.

Slowing down the car, Charles tossed his jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you trying to catch a cold?”

his warmth and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about to

She softly retorted. What if he enjoys the night breeze? I just don’t want

it on.” His tone was

though Whitney felt uncomfortable,

residence, he wrapped his arm around her waist,

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his embrace as they walked

a workaholic. You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really

Charles came home late because he was keeping

you think.

understanding expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man,

eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her

the Newton family, Charles often generously called Whitney

though Whitney knew he was doing that to deal with the Newton

least for that moment, she was his true

now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!” Jasmine made a funny face, then went off to chat with

moment they

I can make something to eat for myself. I can

the

bed it is. Besides agreeing, she

the side of the bed, dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl of pasta with an egg added

a quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might have a sharp

to her.

The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due

wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return that night. She chose a

tended to fly by when one was busy. At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after

reference value. During the period she was

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