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

sentence, his gaze and tone

Jessamyn rolled her eyes arrogantly. “I’m here to have fun with my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney

did not deny the first part of Charles’

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

playing with her freshly done nails from that

to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him

over, for it

a sight for sore eyes

thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to

he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling within his heart

bothered to treat insolent women

Whitney? Bring me

issuing the stern directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his way into

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

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

later, Jessamyn led him to a

his head, he saw the words printed on

take me to Whitney? Why did you bring

private room now. We’ll be ruining their fun if I take you to the private room. Anyway, I just

not make

that, Jessamyn opened the door and raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge

his gaze and slowly

the real-time footage from Whitney’s private

on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small stage in

lasted for

everything

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

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

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

grim, and

Whitney put down the microphone as if she

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

to the side, causing the man to