Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 735 I Am Not A Gentleman

Charles turned off his phone and did not reply to the message.

After quickly finishing a cigarette, he ignited the engine and stepped on the pedal, speeding through the moonlit night to head back to the Newton residence.

The chef had already prepared the meal in the Newton residence. Lucas, Jasmine, and Whitney were already waiting for him in the dining room.

Charles strolled into the dining room with his hands in his pockets. “I’ve told you to eat without me if I have to work overtime. Why did you insist on waiting for me tonight?”

Seated at the dining table, Jasmine rested her chin on her hand. Her voice carried a delicate sweetness. “It’s all because of Whitney,” she explained. “I invited her to join us for dinner, but she refused, insisting on waiting for your return.”

Lucas chimed in, “Charles, your new wife is a treasure. She only has eyes for you. Such a woman is hard to come by nowadays. You should treat her well.”

Feeling abashed by the praise, Whitney lowered her gaze.

Charles remained impassive. “Of course. She’s my wife. I’ll be sure to treat her well.”

After the brief conversation, Charles took his seat at the head of the table, and the siblings started to eat.

Soon, the dining room was filled only with the sound of clinking utensils.

After the meal, Charles and Whitney went back to their room together.

Whitney seemed particularly happy that day. She appeared to be in a very good mood.

As soon as they entered the room, she couldn’t wait to share her good news with Charles.

“Mr. Newton, I found a job today.”

“Oh? What’s the job?” Charles was expressionless.

“I heard it’s a real estate company with a long history. I applied for a clerk position that is responsible for organizing documents and assisting other departments with tasks like copying files. It doesn’t require high qualifications. I passed my video interview today, and the HR department asked me to report to work tomorrow.”

Charles raised an eyebrow in amusement. “You don’t even know which company it is specifically, only that it has a long history. Aren’t you afraid it might be a scam?”

Whitney shook her head. “It was your assistant, Mr. Isaac Turner, who introduced me to the job. He’s been working for you for a long time, so he must be reliable. I don’t think it’s necessary for me to do a background check on the company at all.”

Charles’ lips curled into a smug smile. He felt content hearing her words.

After a moment, he felt something was off. “Is it because of Isaac or me?”

Whitney was stunned. “Of course it’s because of you. But… is there a difference?”

Charles’ face sank. He looked into her eyes without saying a word.
Cherles turned off his phone end did not reply to the messege.

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soon es they entered the room, she couldn’t weit to shere her good

Newton, I found

job?”

other depertments

eyebrow in emusement. “You don’t even know which compeny it is specificelly, only thet it hes

for you for e long time, so he

smug smile. He felt content heering

off. “Is it beceuse

beceuse of you. But… is

He looked into her eyes

was the one who arranged for Isaac to help her. I can’t let Isaac take all the credit. But anyway, I’m not going to

you have any questions. If you ever encounter any trouble in this so-called established

but felt strange

now Charles’ official wife no matter what. How could he accept me getting closer to his assistant? Is he not at all jealous? Well, I shouldn’t expect too much. This is a contractual marriage, after all.

mood from

blanket and pillow from the closet, placing them neatly on the couch. Then, she went to the

stood on the balcony

the bedroom. His gaze happened to land on the couch, where the makeshift bed

particularly cozy, reminding him of what

a fair transaction with

thought and inadvertently glanced in the

hour later, Whitney was done applying her face mask

she noticed Charles had already tucked himself

up for herself, holding a thick book in his bed and wearing a pair of

Whitney froze in place.

it was her first time

like a scoundrel disguised as

not a single flaw in his appearance. Gifted with natural charm, this man could pull off any look

wayward thoughts, and

at her. “This makeshift bed is quite cozy. I want to take a nap here. You take the

“Huh?”