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?”

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

his gaze and tone turned icy,

her?” Jessamyn rolled her eyes arrogantly. “I’m here to have fun with my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney in there. You should be thanking

the first part

I’ve only met you a few times. It’s only normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in the future after getting to know

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

looking down on others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles

importantly, her father had given her the order to win Charles over,

for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend her days with

remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress

an argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger

his old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with any semblance of gentlemanly

Bring

Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment

that, Jessamyn quickly hurried along and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this,

With an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected

Jessamyn led him to

he saw

take me to

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

did not

and raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge of the surveillance room, anyway. This way,

his gaze and slowly entered

charge had already projected the real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto the high-definition computer for

sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small

scene lasted for

far, everything

only singing a few songs. She’s making a living

man would like their future wife to come to a place like that to perform for other men. Looks like Charles will still get

and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy a woman like her. Who knows? There might be

was grim, and

were talking, Whitney put down the

second, a disgusting middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to

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