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?”

woman coldly as he confronted her, saying, “Jessamyn, your attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like me and even look down on me. So why waste

he uttered the last sentence, his gaze and

with my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney in there. You should be thanking me

not deny the first part of

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

her freshly done nails from that

always held 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 him to choose what she deemed as an inferior and foolish woman

given her the order to win Charles over, for it would be a great help

undeniably good-looking. His looks alone would be a sight for sore eyes if

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

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

wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with

Whitney? Bring

without further acknowledgment and made his

Jessamyn quickly hurried along and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I

presence with a response. With an icy gaze, he continued on his

minutes later, Jessamyn

he saw

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 is. There’s a surveillance camera in the private room. You

did not make any

“I’ve informed the person in charge of the

his gaze and slowly entered

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

a couch with

scene lasted for two

far, everything seemed

She’s making a living with her capabilities.

by 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 a place like that to perform for other men. Looks like Charles will still get

won’t be enough

and the emotion in his eyes was

were talking, Whitney put down the microphone as if she

and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to get close and wrap

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