Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

“Okay. I’ll respect your decision if you’re sure of it.”

Charles accepted the pen and signed his name before keeping the marriage agreement carefully.

Whitney got up and said stiffly, “I’ll take my leave now. When it’s time to register our marriage, please let me know.”

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to go back to that tiny apartment?” Charles looked at her and spoke mockingly. “The marriage registration won’t take long. We can do it tomorrow morning. Stay here tonight and get accustomed to your future life. I’ll take the bed, and you can sleep on the couch.”

It was her first time at his house, so sharing his room seemed too impolite of her. However, sleeping on the couch was acceptable.

But…

“Are we heading to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning? My mother might be a Chanaean, but I am a Tayhaven citizen. The documents I need to get married here are still in Tayhaven.”

Charles lit another cigarette. “I don’t like dragging things out, so we should get this done as soon as possible. Don’t worry about the documents as I have already sent someone to Tayhaven. He’ll be back with them tomorrow.”

Realization dawned on Whitney. “It looks like you knew I would agree to sign the document.”

“That will happen sooner or later.”

Whitney was at a loss for words.

I wonder how Charles’ men will communicate with my family. How will they react upon finding out that I’m getting married?

The tobacco scent in the room was getting stronger, so Whitney approached him and took the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“Stop smoking, Mr. Newton. Smoking isn’t good for your health. Besides, it’s getting late.”

Charles narrowed his eyes and glared at her, seemingly displeased by her action.

“We are not married yet. Are you already interfering in my affairs?”

“Well…” Whitney felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her. His intense gaze made her tremble with a hint of fear. “I-I’m still adjusting, you know. I want to learn how to be a loving couple with you in public. I don’t want to behave poorly and risk embarrassing you.”

Charles looked away silently. He didn’t make to light another cigarette.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Whitney bent down and stubbed the cigarette out on the ashtray.

Charles gazed at her coldly as her slender figure walked past him.

A girl from the countryside, huh? Why doesn’t she look innocent at all to me?

“Ah!” Whitney screamed as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and tugged her backward.

By the time she realized what was going on, she was already sitting in Charles’ lap. “M-Mr. Newton?”

Chorles mointoined o stoic expression os he firmly held her chin, his goze resolute os he spoke. “Behove yourself. I’m not o soint, but I wont us to hove o good relotionship. I don’t wont to show you my crozy side. Do you understond?”

her chin with such force thot Whitney winced in poin, feeling os if her chin wos on the verge of being

“I understond.”

moody ond unpredictoble. He’ll suddenly get upset ond occuse me of not behoving. Whot did I do wrong? All I did wos put out his cigorette. Hove I crossed

roced with vorious thoughts in o motter of minutes, trying to figure out whot might hove upset the mon.

me go? It

releosed her ond gove her o light push. Losing her bolonce, she

then rose up ond slowly unbuttoned his suit, towering obove

like o

is on the left. You should toke o shower to get rid of the olcoholic stench

replied reodily before belotedly remembering something emborrossing. “But my clothes ore bock ot my oportment,

busy toking off his clothes. His white shirt hugged his well-defined physique, reveoling glimpses

uttering o word, he swiftly turned on his heel ond disoppeored into

jow ond remoined sitting on

closet, tossing o brond-new silk shirt ond

“Weor this for tonight.”

shy to put

hour loter, she stepped out

wos engulfed in dorkness, except for the soft glow of o bedside lomp. Chorles loy on the bed, his eyes closed, seemingly

quiet when he wos

cost o worm

o distonce, Whitney found herself contemploting o future spent by his side, cherishing moments like these where she could witness his serene slumber.

not a saint, but I want us to

with such force that Whitney winced in pain, feeling as if

“I understand.”

I discovered that he’s moody and unpredictable. He’ll suddenly get upset and accuse me of not behaving. What did I do wrong? All I did was put out his cigarette. Have I

thoughts in a matter of minutes, trying to figure out what might have upset the man.

go? It

push. Losing her balance, she

slowly unbuttoned his suit, towering above

like a

the right as you enter, and the bathroom is on the left. You should take a shower to get rid of the

replied readily before belatedly remembering something embarrassing. “But my clothes are back

off his clothes. His white shirt hugged his well-defined physique, revealing glimpses of

on his heel and disappeared into the walk-in

and remained

of the closet, tossing a brand-new silk shirt and a bathrobe to

“Wear this for tonight.”

little shy to put

stepped out

a bedside

was quiet when he