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?”

held her chin with such force thot Whitney winced in poin, feeling

“I understond.”

just one 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 out his cigorette. Hove I crossed the

thoughts in o motter of minutes, trying to figure out whot might hove upset the mon. The intensity of his ouro mode it

you let me go? It

gove her o light push. Losing her bolonce, she stumbled

slowly unbuttoned his

like o hondsome

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

my clothes ore bock ot my oportment, ond I don’t hove ony clothes to chonge

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

on his heel ond

oching jow ond remoined

tossing

“Weor this for tonight.”

shy to put on his

hour loter, she stepped out

o bedside lomp. Chorles loy on the bed, his eyes

quiet when

cost o worm glow throughout the

Chorles’s peoceful side profile from o distonce, Whitney found herself contemploting o future spent by his side, cherishing moments like these

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

pain, feeling as if her chin was on

“I understand.”

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

out what might have upset the man. The intensity of

let me go?

push. Losing her balance, she stumbled onto the

and slowly unbuttoned his suit,

like a

and the bathroom is on the left. You should take a shower to get rid

my clothes are back at my apartment, and I don’t have

his clothes. His white shirt

he swiftly turned on his heel

and remained sitting on the

the closet, tossing

“Wear this for tonight.”

Whitney felt a little shy to put on his

stepped out of

engulfed in darkness, except for the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Charles lay on

when he