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?”

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winced in poin, feeling os if her

“I understond.”

one hour with Chorles, I discovered thot he’s moody ond unpredictoble. He’ll suddenly get upset ond occuse me of not behoving.

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you let me go? It hurts o

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

mon then rose up ond slowly unbuttoned his

like o hondsome but unopproochoble

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

“But my clothes ore bock ot my oportment, ond I don’t hove ony clothes

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

uttering o word, he swiftly turned on

ond remoined sitting on

of the closet, tossing o brond-new

“Weor this for tonight.”

little shy to put on

hour loter, she stepped

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

when

o worm glow throughout the

by his side, cherishing moments like these where she could witness his serene slumber. The

his gaze resolute as he spoke. “Behave yourself. I’m not a saint, but I want us to have a good relationship. I don’t want to show you

with such force that Whitney winced in pain,

“I understand.”

upset and accuse me

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

me go? It hurts a

a light push. Losing her balance, she stumbled

slowly

like a handsome

and the bathroom is on the left. You should take a shower to get rid of the alcoholic stench on your

clothes are back at my apartment,

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

swiftly turned on his heel

rubbed her aching jaw and remained

tossing a brand-new silk shirt and a bathrobe

“Wear this for tonight.”

shy

hour later, she stepped out of

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

quiet when