Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom of the Newton residence abruptly ceased, replaced by tranquil silence that permeated the air.

Wearing a loose-fitting, dark grey bathrobe, Charles stepped out of the bathroom, his muscular arms half raised to dry his hair that was dripping wet.

His exquisite blue eyes looked relaxed, his nose was fine and straight, and his lips made him look even more charming when he smiled. With his facial features, he looked like a prince from a foreign land.

The glistening water droplets on his body added to the captivating allure he exuded, enhancing his already charismatic presence.

Every time after a shower, Charles had the habit of enveloping himself tightly in a bathrobe, rather than simply using a towel to cover the lower half of his body.

It was not that he had a poor figure. Rather, it was because of the indelible scars that remained from the beatings and torture he had endured in the past.

Charles held such disdain for his own body that he avoided looking at it whenever possible. He would ensure he was fully clothed before facing the mirror. Even then, he would only focus on his face, deliberately avoiding any glimpse of the rest of his physique.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

It was the sound of an incoming text.

Charles lowered his gaze casually. At first, he was not the slightest bit fazed by the text, but the keywords caught his attention.

It was from an unknown number, but the text contained Whitney’s name.

Immediately, he picked up the phone to read the text.

It read: I heard you’re going out on a date with Whitney tomorrow, but do you really know that woman? She doesn’t deserve you. Come to Seduction Bar. I’ll show you how despicable she can be.

A frown creased Charles’ forehead as his expression darkened.

The tone of the text sounded familiar.

Jessamyn’s the only person who knows I took Whitney away from the restaurant during the day. Seduction Bar’s a place where wealthy people have fun. Why would Whitney be there?

Realizing things were not as simple as they seemed, Charles entered the walk-in closet, quickly changed into something appropriate, and drove to Seduction Bar.

When he reached the bar’s entrance, he spotted a slender figure standing under the neon lights.

It was Jessamyn.

A smug smile formed on her face when she noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting for you here. What do you think? Am I considerate enough?”

you don’t like me and even

his gaze and tone turned

friends. I just so happened to see Whitney in there. You

deny the first part of Charles’

I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in the future

nails from that afternoon,

a sense of superiority, looking down on others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit

order to win Charles over, for it

looks alone would be a sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend her days with

remained oblivious to Charles’

argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable

wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with any semblance

Whitney? Bring me

walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his

to places

an icy gaze, he continued

later, Jessamyn led him to

head, he saw

to Whitney? Why

“She’s having fun with the big shots in the private room now. We’ll be ruining their fun if I take you to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted to show you how despicable of a woman she is. There’s a surveillance camera in the private room. You

did not make

raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge of

retracted his gaze and slowly entered

footage from Whitney’s private room onto the high-definition computer for

couch with

lasted

far, everything seemed rather

by despicable? She’s only singing a few songs. She’s making a living with her capabilities.

After all, no successful man would like their future

unperturbedly, “Why are you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy a

look on Charles’ face was grim, and the

the microphone as if she had finished singing the

disgusting middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to get close and wrap his arms

side, causing the man to fall flat on his