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?”

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 your time on me and bully a simple girl

sentence, his gaze

here to have fun with my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney in there.

not deny the first part of

times. It’s only normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in the future after

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

attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him to choose what she deemed as an

over, for it would be a great help to the

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

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

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

his old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent

Bring

past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made

to places like this,

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

minutes later, Jessamyn led him

lifted his head, he saw the

take me to Whitney? Why

now. We’ll be ruining their fun if I 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

did not make

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

his gaze and

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

with Whitney

scene lasted for two

far, everything seemed rather

what you meant by despicable? She’s only singing a few songs. She’s making a

Judging 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 engaged

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

look on Charles’ face was grim, and the

talking, Whitney put down the microphone as if she had finished

staggered over

Whitney noticed his intentions and scooted to the side, causing the man to