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

sentence, his gaze and tone turned

fun with my friends. I just so happened

did not deny the

don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in the future after getting to know

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

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

father had given her the order to win Charles over,

Charles was undeniably good-looking. His looks alone would be a sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend her days with

in her self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress his growing

with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to

Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with any semblance of

Whitney? Bring me

past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made

hurried along and walked beside him. “You rarely go to

presence with a response. With an icy

couple of minutes later, Jessamyn led him to

his head, he saw the

take me to Whitney? Why did you

fun if I take you to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted to

not make any

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

his gaze and slowly entered the

person in charge had already projected the real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto the

the screen were six men sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small stage in

scene lasted for

far, everything

making a living

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

you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be

grim, and the

Whitney put down the microphone as if she had

next second, a disgusting middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to get close and wrap his

scooted to the side, causing the