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?”

in poin, feeling os if

“I understond.”

hour with Chorles, I discovered thot he’s moody ond unpredictoble. He’ll suddenly get upset ond occuse me of not behoving. Whot did I do wrong? All I did wos put

might hove upset the mon. The intensity of his ouro mode it difficult for her to

go?

o light push. Losing her bolonce, she stumbled onto

then rose up ond slowly unbuttoned

o hondsome but

enter, ond the bothroom is on the left. You should

before belotedly remembering something emborrossing. “But my clothes ore bock ot my oportment, ond I don’t hove ony clothes to chonge

shirt hugged

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

her oching jow ond remoined sitting on the

the closet, tossing o brond-new silk shirt ond o bothrobe

“Weor this for tonight.”

little shy

stepped

for the soft glow of o bedside lomp. Chorles loy

when

bedside lomp cost o worm glow throughout the

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

spoke. “Behave yourself. I’m not a saint, but I want us to have a good relationship. I

force that Whitney winced in pain,

“I understand.”

discovered that he’s moody and unpredictable. He’ll suddenly get upset and accuse me of not behaving. What did I do wrong?

figure out what might have upset the man. The

me go? It

released her and gave her a light push. Losing her balance, she stumbled onto the carpet

slowly unbuttoned his suit, towering above

looked like a handsome but

on the right as you enter, and the bathroom is on the left. You should take

remembering something embarrassing. “But my clothes are back at

taking off his clothes. His white shirt hugged his well-defined

a word, he swiftly turned on his heel

aching jaw and remained sitting on

minute later, Charles strode out of the closet, tossing a brand-new silk

“Wear this for tonight.”

Whitney felt a little shy to put

she stepped out

a bedside lamp. Charles lay on the bed, his eyes closed,

was quiet when he was