Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Opening a durian with my bare hands?

Charles tensed.

The fruit was covered in thorns. It was close to impossible to open it without using any tools.

Even the smile on Zendaya’s face disappeared. She had initially wanted her brother to just bully Charles a little, but it seemed like the situation was out of control.

Her brother’s first request was ruthless.

She weakly tugged Benedict’s sleeve and muttered, “Benny, it’s hard to open a durian. If Uncle Charles uses his bare hands, he’s going to bleed a lot.”

Benedict furrowed his brows, a hint of annoyance manifesting on his face. “If he can’t fulfill my request, then he can leave immediately and never bother me again.”

“I can. I’ve promised you that I’ll do it, and I won’t go back on my words.”

With that, Charles gave him a gentle smile.

Benedict spotted the smile and huffed. He then clasped his hands together and looked out of the window. “Then hurry up and do it.”

Charles took out the durian from the bag. He observed it for a while, wondering where he should start.

Every once in a while, he would glance at Benedict, who had a merciless expression on his face.

A quiet laugh escaped his lips. Benedict was so much like Cedrick.

He was surprised that the boy could think of something so heartless at his young age.

If Zendaya was the flower of a rose, then Benedict had to be the thorns of the rose.

As expected of Cedrick’s son… Charles lamented in his mind before trying to open the durian.

Alas, the shell was too tough, and the thorns were too many. There was nowhere he could put his fingers to pull the fruit apart.

Meanwhile, Zendaya was nervously watching from the side.

is it very hard to open? Just forget about it. I don’t want to eat durian anymore. I’ll think of

you even though you think that you’re whispering. He was the one who agreed to the three requests. If he can’t do it as a man, then don’t

don’t think Uncle Charles can

she said that, a thumping

and struck the durian in one swift

It seemed like he would have to shed some blood to satisfy Benedict anyway, so after a while of studying the durian, Charles made up his mind to simply

in the Central Intelligence Agency, his judgment and decision-making skills

attracted the attention of the children, and even Benedict craned his neck to look

out, “Wow! You really opened it! You’re awesome, Uncle Charles! The durian flesh smells, but the smellier

smacked her lips, her bright eyes fixed on

was expressionless

never thought this won’t pose a

noticed

is your hand shaking?” Promptly, she grabbed the

blood, and

so badly! Does it hurt, Uncle Charles? Let

and puffed at his

He smiled and gently reassured her, “I’m fine. As long as I get to fulfill your

not speak, but his eyes were fixed on his bleeding

blood because of the virus. Charles’ hand is already a mangled mess. I’m sure it hurts way more than

you in pain after the misery I had to go through over the

a small smile, “I’m glad you’re

proceeded to pull the split durian into two parts. To avoid his blood dripping onto

flesh of the fruit and

he was calm and elegant,

be too greedy. Keep the unfinished flesh in

glove and smelled

you should treat your wound first. Will you die? This looks scary. I’m

scrunched up her face, an evident sign of her

your wound treated. I don’t

pallor on her face too. “Then

when he was gone, the fear on Zendaya’s face