Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 843 Pranking The Assistant Seems Fun 

Once again. Whitney brought a cup of coffee into the office and carefully pushed it toward him. “Mr. Newton, your freshly brewed coffee is ready. Please have a taste. If it’s not to your liking. I can brew another one for you.”

Hearing her voice, Charles slowly raised his head and gave her a look.

He lifted his coffee and took a sip. His brows furrowed slightly first before his expression changed several times. An indiscernible look subsequently descended upon his face.

Gradually, one could tell from his eyes that he had fallen into deep thought.

Sweat beads formed on the tip of Whitney’s nose, her heart pounding wildly. Her mind was running wild. with all sorts of thoughts about Charles’s response.

She felt as if time had slowed to a standstill in the quiet office. It was as if even the air around her had been. sucked dry, making her feel so tense that she held her breath.

Such an amusing reaction greatly pleased Charles, causing a faint curve to appear at the corner of his mouth.

However, he quickly regained his composure, setting down the cup in his hand. His handsome features took on a more serious expression as he slowly uttered, “Mmm-hmm.”

The single hum was enough to make Whitney feel as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her chest, eliciting a long sigh of relief from her.

“Is there anything else you need, Mr. Newton?”

No one knew how torturous these past few minutes had been for her. Every second felt like an eternity.

“That’s all for now.”

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Upon hearing his words, Whitney respectfully nodded at him with the tray in her hands. She then confidently walked out of the office, carefully closing the door behind her.

As soon as she stepped out, she couldn’t contain the joy within her. She was so thrilled that she lifted the tray in a triumphant gesture. In that moment, she felt completely invigorated.

Phew!

Now that I finally have the chance to work with him, I must avoid annoying him at all costs.

She was determined to make all those who were prejudiced against her, see her in a new light.

Back at her desk, she barely had time to get comfortable when the phone on her desk started ringing again. She quickly picked it up, asking patiently, “Mr. Newton, what can I do for you?”

“Go to Queenie’s place to collect the documents and bring them in.”

“Okay.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles hung up the phone.

Whitney immediately stood up and pulled herself together.

She took the elevator up to the fifteenth floor. Everyone she encountered along the way looked at her with a peculiar gaze.

However, the Whitney of today would no longer be affected by such looks.

Ever since she started working as Charles’ assistant, the plots and schemes against her reduced significantly. She guessed that her detractors’ fear of Charles prevented them from causing any trouble.

She quickly arrived outside Queenie’s office, knocked on the door, and walked in. “Ms. Zeller, Mr. Newton sent me to collect the documents.”

“All the documents are on the sofa. Feel free to take them.”

Queenie was busily tapping away at the keyboard, only pausing to gesture toward the sofa by the door before diving back into her work.

Seeing how busy Queenie was, Whitney didn’t feel it was right to interrupt. However, when her gaze landed on the huge pile of documents on the sofa, she was instantly petrified.

I surely can’t… move all these documents upstairs, can I?

She gave Queenie a confused look and asked, “Ms. Zeller, do you know which document Mr. Newton wants?”

“All of them. Alright, you should get going and continue with your work.”

Queenie spoke in a hurried tone. Buried in work, she sounded as if every extra word she spoke to Whitney was delaying her progress.

Huh? That many? Is there a mistake?

Whitney froze at her feet.

Am I really expected to move these mountainous piles of documents? How could I possibly carry it all by myself?

She looked out from the office and saw how busy everyone else was.

Even if she wanted to find someone to help her at that point, she was worried that they would end up avoiding her.

Forget it. This task was given to me by Charles after all. It’s not like it’s going to kill me from exhaustion.

Seeing how busy Queenie was at her desk, Whitney could only move the files out of the office little by little so as not to disturb her.

Struggling to move the documents out of the office, she caught a glimpse of a discarded cardboard box at the door. An idea instantly flashed across her mind.

She gradually moved the stacks of documents into the cardboard box, then somehow found a piece of rope and threaded it through a small hole within it.

Just like that, a simple little cart was made, making it easy to haul the documents to the CEO’s office.

Whitney draped one end of the rope over her shoulder before dragging the cardboard box toward the elevator. As she passed the other employees by, many couldn’t help but turn their gaze toward her.

Ignoring the gazes of those around her, Whitney quickly arrived at the CEO’s office door, dragging along the pile of documents.

Knock, knock, knock….

“Come in.”

Charles spoke coldly, lifting his eyes just in time to see Whitney dragging in the mountainous pile of documents.

He was puzzled by the sight. “What are you doing?”

Whitney wiped the sweat from her forehead and explained, “Mr. Newton, here’s the thing. I knew you were in a hurry to get these documents. If I moved them bit by bit, it would not only waste time but also interfere with others’ work. So, I made this box myself”

Oh, I’ve to admit she’s pretty smart,

Charles looked at her with an indiscernible smile. His slender fingers were fiddling with the pèn’s cap. When the Cartier ring on his finger knocked against the metal cap of the pen every now and then, a crisp sound would be heard.

“Alright. Since you were able to bring these over so quickly, you should also be able to sort these documents just as efficiently.”

“Huh? This…”

While loading the documents earlier, Whitney had gained a general understanding of them. The categories available were all over the place.

If she were to categorize them all, it would take quite a long time.

“I trust you won’t let me down. Unless it’s something important, don’t interrupt me.”

As soon as he finished speaking. Charles began to tap away at the keyboard, seemingly oblivious to Whitney’s presence,

Wait…

Whitney didn’t even know where to begin when it came to explain her problem, let alone disturb him while he was concentrating on work.

Looking at the mountain of documents, she had no choice but to resign herself to it.

She swiftly moved the documents to the black leather sofa near the door, carefully studying the contents of each file as she began to sort them into general categories.

Charles took great pleasure in watching her bustling about in front of him.

Watching her defiant expression, he was surprised to find himself delighting in it.

Somehow, Charles was willing to let his gaze linger on her, his thoughts swayed by her every move and gesture.

It was something he had yet to realize then.

After finishing the task at hand, Charles looked up and said. “Does it really take so long to do this bit of work? Are you a fool or what?”

Faced with Charles’s disdain, Whitney was so upset that she almost cried.

As a CEO, his years of experience naturally allowed him to process documents swiftly and efficiently. However, she, a junior assistant who had just recently assumed her position, was still not accustomed to such tasks.

The processing power of our brains are completely different, okay?

Not daring to voice the grouses within her, she could only obediently respond, “I’m almost done. Just a moment please.”

Whitney was so engrossed in sorting the documents that she didn’t even notice the beads of sweat forming on her forehead,

In a careless moment, the documents in her hand slipped away. She quickly bent over to pick them up. shielding her chest in the process. However, her delicate collarbone subtly revealed itself.

Catching sight of it from the corner of his eye, Charles suddenly coughed awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.