Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

“Honestly, what was I expecting?” Whitney muttered. The higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment. I know that…

She sighed and glanced at the milk next to her hand. Recalling how Charles had said not to waste it, she picked it up and drank it all as though she was downing a glass of wine.

Unlike alcohol, unfortunately, milk had no effect on dulling one’s emotions and relieving one’s sorrows.

After finishing her work and turning off her computer, she returned to the bedroom. Coincidentally, Charles had just finished taking a shower. He had his bathrobe wrapped tightly around him, his short hair still wet and dripping with water.

Their eyes met as they bumped into each other by the bathroom door, and she stared at his face in stunned silence.

Having just emerged from the steamy bathroom, Charles appeared significantly gentler and refreshed.

The combination of the water droplets on his face from the shower and his damp hair added a particularly devilish and charming look to his exquisitely handsome face.

A blush crept over her cheeks as she gazed at him. He’s truly… too attractive and sexy… Who could possibly resist a gorgeous man like that… might I add, who just stepped out of the shower?

She dropped her gaze and lowered her head to stare at her feet, stopping herself from having dirty thoughts about his naked body underneath the bathrobe.

“That… I’ve already typed up the contract as you instructed and saved it on the computer’s desktop. You can check it whenever you have the time. I did go through it before turning off the computer, so there shouldn’t be any typos,” she said, desperately trying to think of something to say to alleviate the feeling of embarrassment and awkwardness in her heart.

Charles murmured an acknowledgment, his expression unbelievably calm. He showed zero intention of actually going to review her work or praising her for knowing to check her work before turning off the computer to reduce the chances of error.

“Go get a blanket and some pillows to make up the couch. I want to rest after drying my hair.”

“O-Okay.”

She walked past him to the closet, took out a blanket and pillows from the wardrobe, then made up the couch quickly and skillfully.

She debated whether to call him to come over and rest or take preemptive measures and sleep on the couch herself, worrying that he would wake up in a foul mood the following morning from having to curl up his legs on the couch all night and being unable to sleep comfortably.

However, no sooner had she lifted a corner of the blanket when a well-built figure walked over and pushed her gently out of the way.

was happening, Charles had settled onto the couch in an

and she stared at him wordlessly. That

through his phone before looking at her after a few seconds. “Why are you just standing there in front of me? Do

After a brief silence, she replied, “You’re

you still standing there? Get on with what you have to do. Don’t stand

Whitney could only turn around and go

of a child giggling filled Harrick

up full of energy and was gamboling all over the bed. She even pretended to

on the edge of the bed, wanting to help her put on a pair

upstairs and was greeted immediately by the sight of Zendaya

expression darkened, and he said sternly, “Stop that, Zendaya. You’ll make my wife

pouted and stopped running. Then, she corrected him in a small voice, saying, “She’s my mommy

still be a

meant. She merely thought he was trying to pull a fast one on her. “I’m not a tadpole. I’m way bigger than a tadpole. You’re telling

trench coat from the coat stand and personally helped Gwendolyn into it. “The weather is cooler today. Be careful not to catch

a laugh and said teasingly, “You’re a grown man. Why are you still competing

wife. No one can take you away from me,” came

He was obstinate.

you unhappy that our whole family sleeps together

five years old already. It’s time we sent them to sleep in their own rooms. Don’t help them with things like getting dressed. Let them do it

to hog my wife,

pants herself in dissatisfaction, snorted angrily, and said in an accusing tone, “You’re a meanie, Daddy! You don’t even

her head. “Hurry up and put that on by yourself. Your mother spoils you. If it were up to me, you’d be going down to breakfast with a

evil! He’s the absolute worst!” Even though Zendaya

That made him appear particularly well-behaved and

Benedict quietly dressed himself. That made

not once did he ask his mother for help. He slowly put on each article of clothing, one