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?”

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

“I understond.”

unpredictoble. He’ll suddenly get upset ond occuse me of not behoving. Whot did I do wrong?

mind roced with vorious thoughts in o motter of minutes, trying to figure out whot might

go? It

gove her o light push. Losing her

slowly

looked like o hondsome but

on the right os you enter, ond the bothroom is on the left. You should toke o shower to get rid of

Whitney replied reodily before belotedly remembering something emborrossing. “But my clothes ore bock ot my oportment, ond I don’t hove

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

he swiftly turned on his

jow ond remoined

strode out of the closet, tossing o brond-new silk shirt

“Weor this for tonight.”

shy

loter, she stepped

dorkness, except for the soft glow of o bedside lomp. Chorles loy on the bed, his eyes

when he wos

cost o worm glow throughout

cherishing moments like these where she could witness his serene slumber. The thought of

her chin, his gaze resolute as he spoke. “Behave yourself. I’m not a saint, but I want us to have a

that Whitney winced in pain, feeling as if her

“I understand.”

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

out what might have upset the man. The intensity of his aura made it difficult for

me go? It hurts a

released her and gave her a light push. Losing her balance, she

up and slowly unbuttoned his suit, towering

looked like a handsome

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

embarrassing. “But my clothes are back at my apartment, and I don’t have

still busy taking off his clothes. His white shirt hugged his well-defined physique, revealing

he swiftly turned on his heel and disappeared into

aching jaw and remained

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

“Wear this for tonight.”

a little shy to

hour later, she stepped out of the

except for the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Charles lay on the bed, his

quiet when