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?”

don’t like me and even look down on me. So why waste your time on me and bully a

he uttered the last sentence, his gaze and tone

just so happened

not deny the first part

times. It’s only normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean

her freshly done nails from that afternoon, a smug expression adorning

to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him to choose what she deemed as

given her the order to win Charles over, for

for sore

self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to

someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling within his

self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with

Whitney? Bring

issuing the stern directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further

go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t

not to dignify Jessamyn’s presence with a response. With an icy gaze, he

minutes later, Jessamyn led him

saw the words printed on

you’d take me to Whitney? Why did you bring me

private room. Anyway, I just wanted to show you how despicable of a woman she

not make any

raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed

his gaze and slowly

real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto the high-definition

couch with Whitney seemingly singing

scene lasted for

far, everything

making a living with her capabilities. Which part about it is despicable?” the man

his tone, he doesn’t seem to care about Whitney that much. Well, it makes sense. After all, no successful man would like their future wife to come to

glanced at the screen and said unperturbedly, “Why are you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough to

grim, and the emotion

two were talking, Whitney put down the microphone as if she had finished

man held up a wine glass and staggered over to

intentions and scooted to the side, causing the man to fall flat