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

retorted. What if he enjoys the night breeze? I

it on.” His tone was domineering

felt uncomfortable, she didn’t

Newton residence, he wrapped

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as they walked in

quite late. Jasmine stepped forward, teasing, “Charles, you’re such a workaholic. You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know. Do you

not what Charles came

you think.

said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems Charles, the typical macho man, has finally learned

wife hasn’t eaten yet. Will you take

Charles often generously called Whitney his

to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel

for that moment, she was his true

wife from her meal any longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!” Jasmine made a funny face, then went off to

The moment they entered

also understood and parted ways with him. “Once they’re all asleep, I can make something to

the bed,”

agreeing, she couldn’t

the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl of pasta with

quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago

to her.

brought up the freshly made bowl of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to Charles’ presence. Whitney

and drink, Whitney felt a wave of tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles

when one was busy. At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through

the initial proposal acquired some reference value. During the period she was completing the proposal, she also consulted Queenie a few

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