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 be moved when

retorted. What if he enjoys the

on.” His tone

Whitney felt uncomfortable, she

the Newton residence, he wrapped his arm around

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embrace as they walked in

everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you really have the heart to make her work overtime with you?

misunderstanding. Whitney quickly clarified, “No, Jasmine, it’s not what Charles

you think.

news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man,

hold around Whitney’s slender waist. “My wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying

front of the Newton family, Charles often generously called

he was doing that to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement

moment,

me tell you,

stairs. The moment they entered the

to eat for myself. I can sleep on the couch tonight so

the bed,”

bed it is. Besides agreeing, she

and ordered, “Bring a bowl of pasta with an egg added up

had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept away. Sure, he might have a sharp tongue, but he was actually quite

to her.

freshly made bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to Charles’ presence. Whitney remained somewhat reserved, eating very

of tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing

the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through the toughest initial

proposal acquired some reference value. During the period

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