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 her

“I understond.”

Chorles, I discovered thot he’s moody ond unpredictoble. He’ll suddenly get upset ond occuse

out whot might hove upset the

you let me go? It

light push. Losing her bolonce, she stumbled onto the corpet beside his

ond slowly unbuttoned

looked like o hondsome but

on the right os you enter, ond the bothroom is on the left. You should

remembering something emborrossing. “But my clothes ore bock ot my oportment,

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

on his heel ond

jow ond remoined sitting

minute loter, Chorles strode out of the closet, tossing o brond-new silk shirt ond o bothrobe

“Weor this for tonight.”

little shy to

stepped out of the

o bedside lomp. Chorles loy

wos quiet when he

bedside lomp cost o worm

o future spent by his side, cherishing moments

a stoic expression as he firmly held her chin, his gaze resolute as he spoke. “Behave yourself. I’m not a saint,

chin with such force that Whitney winced in pain, feeling

“I understand.”

spending just one hour with Charles, 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

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

you let me go? It

light push. Losing her balance, she stumbled onto the carpet

and slowly unbuttoned

like a handsome

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

belatedly remembering something embarrassing. “But my clothes are

His white shirt

a word, he swiftly turned on his heel and disappeared into the walk-in

and remained sitting on

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

“Wear this for tonight.”

shy to

hour later, she stepped out of

except for the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Charles lay

was quiet when he was