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?”

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

sentence, his gaze and tone turned icy, revealing his deep

fun with my friends. I just so happened to

deny the first

like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like

her freshly done nails from that afternoon,

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

her the order to win Charles over, for it

sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were

self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’

someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling within his

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

Whitney? Bring me

Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his way into Seduction Bar,

walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t think you’d be so

a response. With an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected by her words

minutes later, Jessamyn led him

head, he saw the words printed on the

you’d take me to Whitney? Why did

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 in the private room.

not make

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

and slowly entered the

in charge had already projected the real-time footage

were six men sitting on a couch with

lasted for

everything seemed rather

few songs. She’s making a

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

won’t be enough

Charles’ face was grim, and the emotion in his

talking, Whitney put down the microphone as if she had

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

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