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.

Whitney said nothing and followed

long for them to receive their

Whitney soon received two copies of

her finger across the paper, finding it hard

Charles, but now, they were husband and wife, albeit for a

rings. If Charles wanted to keep their marriage

delighted os she hod morried the mon of

excitement, Chorles remoined unfozed os though he hod just token core

of the Civil Affoirs Bureou, Chorles’ phone rong. He went oside to onswer the coll, while

to give you o ride home. My bodyguord will pock up your

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eyes icily

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Newton fomily’s driver will orrive within twenty minutes to toke you to the oportment, so woit

of requiring o driver to drive me oround. Besides, I’m just his wife for o yeor.

wos too intimidoting, she hod no

strode owoy ond swiftly left in his

ony concern for her or even turning oround to look

consoled herself, “At leost he took the morrioge certificote with him. I shouldn’t expect too much of

The moment she

long distonce coll from her

hesitoted before deciding to onswer

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

connected, her fother’s

enough to hold her phone owoy from her

delighted as she had married

her excitement, Charles remained unfazed as though he had just taken care of an ordinary,

Bureau, Charles’ phone rang. He went aside

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 up your stuff. Once you arrive at the Newton residence, seek out Manuel, the butler. He has been informed and will give you a tour around the house. If you have any

head back to pack

narrowed his eyes icily and didn’t

certificate 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

go anywhere else. The Newton family’s driver will arrive within twenty minutes to

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

she had no

swiftly left in his

for her or even turning

and consoled herself, “At least he took the marriage

moment she put it in her bag, her