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?”

me you don’t like me and

uttered the last sentence, his gaze and tone turned icy,

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

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

done nails from that afternoon,

age, Jessamyn had always held a sense of superiority, looking down on others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her,

order to win Charles over, for it would be a great

His looks alone would be a sight for sore eyes if

her self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to

had no interest in engaging in an argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling within his heart if

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

Bring me

Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his

and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this,

an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected by her words or

Jessamyn led him to a

saw the words printed

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

you to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted

not make

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

his gaze and slowly

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

were six men sitting on a couch with Whitney

lasted for

everything seemed

songs. She’s making a living with her capabilities.

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

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

grim, and the emotion in his eyes

were talking, Whitney put down the microphone

a wine glass and staggered

scooted to the side, causing the man to