Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Charles sat across from her and observed her embarrassed expression calmly as though he was an experienced playboy.

“It was a guess. I can roughly guess your size as the shop assistant’s size was similar to yours.”

What? I can’t believe he was bold enough to ask the shop assistant. Didn’t he feel shy about it?

“Thank you, Mr. Newton.”

Charles glanced at his watch. “We need to leave before ten. Hurry up.”

“Oh, all right!”

Whitney grabbed the shopping bag and hurried into the walk-in closet.

She exhaled sharply as she put on the bra.

It was indeed a guess on Charles’ part. He bought a size too small. It’s pretty tight. Ugh, forget it. I’ll endure it for the time being and head back home after registering our marriage to pack up my clothes.

“Are you done?” Charles urged.

“I’m almost done.”

Without further delay, she changed into the dress and emerged from the closet.

The white dress accentuated her innocence and elegance, and despite the fact that white attire might not suit everyone, she looked stunning in it.

Her natural beauty shone through, even without any makeup, and her long blond hair added to her angelic appearance.

Charles gazed at her for some time.

Whitney touched her cheek, feeling awkward under his intense gaze. Following his line of sight, she observed herself and asked, “Do I look really ugly?”

“No,” Charles replied honestly. “It suits you.”

“Thank you. You have good taste, Mr. Newton.”

Charles looked away and tapped his fingers on the coffee table. “Come and eat your breakfast.”

Whitney approached him obediently. As she was starved, she gobbled down the food swiftly.

The Newton residence’s chef used to work in five-star hotels, so the breakfast spread was delicate and delicious. The breakfast Whitney used to have by the roadside was nothing compared to this.

She soon finished her breakfast and left the house with Charles.

As Charles had left orders previously, she didn’t see anyone on her way downstairs.

nothing and followed him to

take long for them

Whitney soon received

rubbed her finger across the paper, finding it hard to calm

were husband and wife, albeit for a

or wedding rings. If Charles wanted to keep

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owoy ond swiftly left in his

her or even

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moment she put it

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before deciding to

your mother but only osked for your documents in return. Did you get into trouble with him? If I cotch him,

moment the coll wos connected, her fother’s

wos smort enough to hold her phone owoy from her eor in odvonce

was delighted as she had married the man of her

as though he had just taken care of an ordinary,

Civil Affairs Bureau, Charles’ phone rang. He went aside to answer the call, while Whitney waited

his instructions, “I have some urgent matters to attend to, so I won’t be able to accompany you back to the Newton residence. Instead, I’ll arrange for my bodyguard to give you a ride home. My bodyguard will pack

back to pack up my

narrowed his eyes icily and

explained, “I have too much stuff. They might not be worth much, but they are important to him. I would prefer to handle the packing myself

Newton family’s driver will arrive within twenty minutes

instead of requiring a driver to drive me around. Besides, I’m just his wife for a year. Our relationship will come to an end after that, so I don’t think I should enjoy these

was too intimidating, she had no choice

away and swiftly left in his

any concern for her or even turning around to look

consoled herself, “At least he took the marriage certificate with him. I

caressed the certificate fondly. The moment she put it in her bag,