Chapter 743


    Charles didn’t even spare her a nce. After cing the milk down, he headed towards the couch in


    the study. Crossing his legs, he took out hisptop and began delving into his work.


    After a few minutes, Whitney noticed that there was someone in the study.


    Charles hadn’t left.


    She tilted her head and cast a gaze toward the couch. “Mr. Newton, are you busy with work?”


    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 Charles’ desk. Despite being the rightful owner, he had to bend over and


    work on the couch.


    “Why don’t we switch positions, Mr. Newton?”


    Charles’ hands froze as he stared at her as if she was a fool.


    She’s using a desktopputer. How can we switch positions? Doesn’t she think before she speaks?


    Despiteining in his mind, Charles betrayed no emotions outwardly. “It’s fine. Shut up and deal


    with your matters. Stop disturbing me.”


    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 rtively 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 couldn’t tell if the workload was too overwhelming or if she was just dumb.


    While Whitney’s eyes were glued to theputer’s screen, he walked behind her softly and checked


    how she was doing.


    When he saw that, he was shocked.


    “Ah, the legendary two-finger typing technique makes its appearance.”


    He did not hold back with his criticism.


    “Are the rest of your fingers, except for those two, immobile? Are they only there for show? You don’t


    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?”


    Furious, Whitney turned her head around and red at him. “Mr. Newton, return to your room if you’re


    done with work. Although I type really slowly, I don’t intend to sleep tonight. I’ll train my typing speed,


    okay?”


    “You want to do that alone?” Charles nced upward, almost bursting intoughter. “Your basic skills


    are so horrible! How can you even improve your typing speed? You’re dreaming with your eyes open.”


    Whitney was unwilling to admit defeat. “Well, I can just put in more time and effort. If I practice more, I


    can definitely see the effects.”


    “Your methods are wrong. Even if you train your typing for a year, you still can’t catch up to my speed.”


    Whitney nodded in agreement. “Yeah, yeah. You’re the fastest, Mr. Newton.”


    A tinge of displeasure surfaced within Charles when he heard that. Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked


    her head lightly. “You shouldn’t say that a man is too quick.”


    “What?”


    Whitney was so engrossed in her work that she had no idea what he was talking about.


    Charles couldn’t be bothered to exin. Bending down toward her, he grabbed her hands which were


    on the keyboard, and corrected her finger cement.


    “Your 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 letters…”


    Though his tone was a bit gruff and impatient, he provided detailed instructions and exnations.


    “Try it out. Use the method I just taught you and type out a line.”


    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 Charles’ guidance and


    typed out a line of words.


    As she was not used to it, she kept making typos. Regardless, her finger cement 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, “You’re so dumb. I’ll give you an additional task tonight. After entering all the data, record


    this contract too. Keep recalling the finger cement I just taught you. If you don’t finish tonight, you


    aren’t allowed to sleep. I’ll also deduct your internship allowance for the first month.”


    He spoke nonchntly as he casually picked out a rtively short contract from the stack of


    documents on the desk.


    Whitney looked back at him in despair. “Didn’t you say that I’m no longer your employee once I leave


    thepany? How can you just exploit mybor and cut my pay?”


    He showed no signs of remorse. “Youck practice. If you want to navigate the workce with ease in


    the future, you need to step up your game and quickly master all the necessary skills. Let me make this


    clear—you won’t be a full-time worker just because of our personal rtionship. If you aren’t


    capable enough to handle the intensity of the work after the three-month internship, be prepared to be


    kicked out of Newton Group.”


    Although his words did not sound pleasant, they made perfect sense.


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    Determined not to let her first month’s sry go to waste, Whitney pushed herself to increase her


    typing speed. Ignoring his presencepletely, 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 cement, his face identally 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.


    “Finish your work quickly and get some sleep. You’re so dumb that even pigs are smarter than you. I


    can’t help but wonder what your life was like in Tayhaven. You don’t even have basicputer skills,”


    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 sry.


    Time always passed swiftly at night.


    After Charles smoked two cigarettes and yed with his phone idly on the couch for a while, another


    two hours passed.


    On the live streaming tform, the team that Jennifer was managing was currently taking part in a


    competition.


    Charles watched the live stream for a moment. After Jennifer’s team won, his interest in the game was


    piqued.


    He nced at Whitney, who was still typing away on herputer. 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 Whitneypany instead of returning to


    his room.


    At one in the morning, Whitney had finally entered thest sentence into the file. She tapped the enter


    key triumphantly, finallypleting the ‘special task’ 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 nced at Charles, who was sitting on the


    couch and ying with his phone.


    She was stunned.


    Didn’t Mr. Newton leave the study? Has he been keeping mepany over the past few hours when I


    was working overtime?


    Whitney felt quite touched.


    It waste at night. The entire Newton residence was enveloped in silence. Yet, he had chosen to stay


    up with her instead of resting.


    If he’s doing this, he probably has some feelings for me, right?


    Feeling moved, Whitney pondered about it. However, Charles did not even spare a single nce at her


    as he leaned against the couchzily. With a glum look on his face, he tossed his phone aside


    unhappily.


    “A cr*ppy game. What a waste of my time! It’s so boring.”


    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 nce 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 wasn’t waiting for me. He stayed in the study because he was so engrossed in the game that he


    lost track of time…