Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Charles furrowed his brow as he listened to her increasingly audacious demands.

“Newton Group is a large enterprise. Do you know what it means to hold a five percent stake in the company?”

“Yes, I’m aware,” came the woman’s nonchalant response. “A five percent stake holds considerable value, but my family’s also well-off. As the cherished daughter of the esteemed Cloud family, plenty of men from the city and beyond are willing to go to great lengths to marry me. With such a dowry, you should consider yourself fortunate to have the opportunity, shouldn’t you?”

Charles’ eyes grew distant and cold, his discontent visibly etched on his face.

The blind date had reached an unprecedented level of disappointment, tarnishing his mood for the entire day.

Even so, he remained unresponsive to the woman’s words and merely reached for the silver fork on the table, casually picking up a few nuts from the exquisitely laid-out banquet.

After she waited for what seemed like an eternity without a single word of flattery from him, Jessamyn’s impatience got the better of her. She couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you silent? Do you honestly believe that any other woman, apart from me, would be willing to give their attention to a man with a tarnished past like yours? In fact, Charles Newton, I am willing to be with you, to give our relationship a chance, and even consider our future together. You should feel honored,” she declared, her tone growing more intense.

A sense of urgency permeated her words as if she anticipated his immediate submission and heartfelt appreciation for her so-called generosity.

Just then, the door to the diamond suite creaked open.

A small head poked through the opening. With round and lively eyes, the child surveyed the scene within the room.

Upon spotting Charles, the little figure darted into the suite and, with a voice as melodious as silver bells, sweetly called out, “Daddy!”

Both Jessamyn and Charles were caught off guard.

As the latter turned his head, he was greeted by the sight of five-year-old Zendaya, bounding toward him on her tiny legs, her arms outstretched in a warm embrace.

“Carry me, Daddy!”

mood dissipated instantly as he bent down, scooped her up into his embrace, and seated her

hands, tenderly brushing her cheek against his.

at the precious little one before him, unable to resist the urge to affectionately ruffle her soft

been married yet, and you already have an illegitimate daughter of this age! How can you have the audacity to go on a

a defiant look. “I’m not an illegitimate daughter! I’m Daddy’s little princess. My mommy is more beautiful, more gentle,

You’ve never truly seen your own face. Compared to my handsome daddy, you’re so old and ugly.

call me old and ugly? You are such an ill-mannered little brat! And, Charles, aren’t you going to

he kept his eyes fixed on Zendaya, opting to

isn’t there a trendy term to describe such ladies? Something that starts with the letter

Charles tenderly chimed

I think the term suits

and mischievous nature reminded him so much of young Gwendolyn from years ago, and her little face

as he observed

unravel her poise as a refined lady, and her glare pierced Charles with intensity. “You have a child with your lover, yet you have the audacity to present yourself as unmarried and pursue a blind date with me? Charles Newton, your behavior is utterly disrespectful! It seems that you hold no regard for the Cloud family. You have treated me as nothing more than a

was little Zendaya who fired back first on his behalf. “The Cloud family? Which corner did they crawl out from? I’ve only heard of the Harris, Jenson, and Newton families. They’re the top three families of Chanaea, so where

responded with a chuckle, “It appears that the Cloud family hasn’t quite made it to the

exchange left Jessamyn

don’t want this old, ugly, and mean lady to be my stepmother. She’s like a stinky

words continued to outrage Jessamyn, whose anger reached its boiling

humiliation before. Being compared to a repulsive

is a clear indication of your family’s lack of proper upbringing. In that case, I’ll teach her a

filled with a sense of

intense gaze onto Jessamyn. “If you even dare to lay a finger on her, tomorrow, the entire Cloudington