Chapter 743
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Charles didnât 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 hadnât left.
She tilted her head and cast a gaze toward the couch. âMr. Newton, are you busy with work?â
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 Charlesâ desk. Despite being the rightful owner, he had to bend over and work on the couch.
âWhy donât we switch positions, Mr. Newton?â
Charlesâ hands froze as he stared at her as if she was a fool.
Sheâs using a desktop computer. How can we switch positions? Doesnât she think before she speaks?
Despite complaining in his mind, Charles betrayed no emotions outwardly. âItâs fine. Shut up and deal with your matters. Stop disturbing me.â
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 couldnât tell if the workload was too overwhelming or if she was just dumb.
While Whitneyâs eyes were glued to the computerâs screen, he walked behind her softly and checked how she was doing.
When he saw that, he was shocked.
âAh, the legendary two-finger typing technique makes its appearance.â
He did not hold back with his criticism.
âAre the rest of your fingers, except for those two, immobile? Are they only there for show? You donât know how to press the spacebar with your thumb? Did it get chopped off by the keyboard? If you continue typing at this speed, when will you ever finish entering the data?â
Furious, Whitney turned her head around and glared at him. âMr. Newton, return to your room if youâre done with work. Although I type really slowly, I donât intend to sleep tonight. Iâll train my typing speed, okay?â
âYou want to do that alone?â Charles glanced upward, almost bursting into laughter. âYour basic skills are so horrible! How can you even improve your typing speed? Youâre dreaming with your eyes open.â
Whitney was unwilling to admit defeat. âWell, I can just put in more time and effort. If I practice more, I can definitely see the effects.â
âYour methods are wrong. Even if you train your typing for a year, you still canât catch up to my speed.â
Whitney nodded in agreement. âYeah, yeah. Youâre the fastest, Mr. Newton.â
A tinge of displeasure surfaced within Charles when he heard that. Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked her head lightly. âYou shouldnât say that a man is too quick.â
âWhat?â
Whitney was so engrossed in her work that she had no idea what he was talking about.
Charles couldnât be bothered to explain. Bending down toward her, he grabbed her hands which were on the keyboard, and corrected her finger placement.
âYour left hand should handle this half of the keyboard, and your right hand handles the other 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 lettersâ¦â
Though his tone was a bit gruff and impatient, he provided detailed instructions and explanations.
âTry it out. Use the method I just taught you and type out a line.â
As Whitney was still a beginner, she had to stare at the keyboard. However, she was very serious.
Suppressing her urge to revert back to typing with two fingers, she followed Charlesâ guidance and typed out a line of words.
As she was not used to it, she kept making typos. Regardless, her finger placement was correct.
Charles observed her hands quietly. Considering how quickly she managed to improve, she was quite talented. He felt quite pleased.
Still, he said, âYouâre so dumb. Iâll give you an additional task tonight. After entering all the data, record this contract too. Keep recalling the finger placement I just taught you. If you donât finish tonight, you arenât allowed to sleep. Iâll also deduct your internship allowance for the first month.â
He spoke nonchalantly as he casually picked out a relatively short contract from the stack of documents on the desk.
Whitney looked back at him in despair. âDidnât you say that Iâm no longer your employee once I leave the company? How can you just exploit my labor and cut my pay?â
He showed no signs of remorse. âYou lack practice. If you want to navigate the workplace with ease in the future, you need to step up your game and quickly master all the necessary skills. Let me make this clearâyou wonât become a full-time worker just because of our personal relationship. If you arenât capable enough to handle the intensity of the work after the three-month internship, be prepared to be kicked out of Newton Group.â
Although his words did not sound pleasant, they made perfect sense.
Determined not to let her first monthâs salary go to waste, Whitney pushed herself to increase her typing speed. Ignoring his presence completely, she threw herself wholeheartedly into her work.
Her speed did indeed improve considerably after practicing for some time.
Charles observed her for a while. For some reason, his gaze was drawn to her earlobes.
When he held her hand earlier and corrected her finger placement, his face accidentally brushed against her ears.
A strange tingling sensation crept up on him.
A strange tingling sensation crept up on him.
When Charles realized that his thoughts were drifting again, a cold expression crossed his face.
âFinish your work quickly and get some sleep. Youâre so dumb that even pigs are smarter than you. I canât help but wonder what your life was like in Tayhaven. You donât even have basic computer skills,â
he grumbled.
Then, he turned around impatiently and went to the window to smoke.
Unperturbed, Whitney diligently typed away on the keyboard, determined not to give him any reason to nitpick or deduct her salary.
Time always passed swiftly at night.
After Charles smoked two cigarettes and played with his phone idly on the couch for a while, another two hours passed.
On the live streaming platform, the team that Jennifer was managing was currently taking part in a competition.
Charles watched the live stream for a moment. After Jenniferâs team won, his interest in the game was piqued.
He glanced at Whitney, who was still typing away on her computer. Estimated that the contract would keep her busy for a while, he decided to download that game and try it out.
Unknowingly, he found himself staying in the study, keeping Whitney company instead of returning to his room.
At one in the morning, Whitney had finally entered the last sentence into the file. She tapped the enter key triumphantly, finally completing the âspecial taskâ that Charles had assigned her.
Sitting for a prolonged period while typing left her body feeling exhausted.
While Whitney massaged her aching neck, she casually glanced at Charles, who was sitting on the couch and playing with his phone.
She was stunned.
Didnât Mr. Newton leave the study? Has he been keeping me company over the past few hours when I was working overtime?
Whitney felt quite touched.
It was late at night. The entire Newton residence was enveloped in silence. Yet, he had chosen to stay up with her instead of resting.
If heâs doing this, he probably has some feelings for me, right?
Feeling moved, Whitney pondered about it. However, Charles did not even spare a single glance at her as he leaned against the couch lazily. With a glum look on his face, he tossed his phone aside unhappily.
âA cr*ppy game. What a waste of my time! Itâs so boring.â
With that, he got up and left the study, his silhouette exuding an arrogant aura.
It was as if he had forgotten that Whitney was still in the study. He did not even cast a glance in her direction.
The emotions that swirled up within Whitney immediately disappeared. Instead, she felt like she had just been doused in cold water.
So, he wasnât waiting for me. He stayed in the study because he was so engrossed in the game that he lost track of timeâ¦