Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Whitney clenched her fists, as her already sour mood worsened further.

Though she tried to restrain herself, she couldn’t help exploding in the end. “Charles Newton, am I a terrible person to you? You always insult me and put me down no matter what I do. If you really think I don’t match up to your status, why did you marry me back then? You should have approached a wealthy family’s daughter like Jessamyn.”

Charles eyed her with a strange look. “What’s wrong with you? Did you experience trouble at work? Why are you lashing out at me for that?”

After a short pause, he realized something and added, “You’re getting bold, huh? Did you just call me by my full name?”

He reached out and pinched Whitney’s cheek, exerting some force as if punishing her.

The faint pain aggravated Whitney’s anger, and she slapped his hand away.

Her reddened eyes were misty with tears as she said, “You’re taking advantage of my affection for you and bullying me as much as you like. Yes, I like you now, so I’ll bear with it. But if I stop liking you in the future, I won’t allow you to pick on me again!”

Hearing that, Charles frowned. As he scrutinized her aggrieved expression, he was perplexed.

The pair stared at each other for a long time before Charles finally broke the silence and asked, “What is up with you? You’re so confrontational today. I was just joking; how is that bullying you?”

Whitney grew increasingly distressed as she listened to Charles, bitterness spreading in her heart. She pointed at her face and retorted, “You pinched my cheek, and it’s red now. You don’t think that’s bullying me?”

We’re married. Even though I’m only his wife in name, he should keep his distance from other women. No wonder he comes to my company every day lately; it turns out he’s here to meet his lover. He just picks me up because I happen to work here.

At that thought, Whitney felt suffocated. She bit her lip hard and lowered her head, trying to process the scene she had just witnessed.

Clueless about what was going on in her mind, Charles gazed at her cheek and noticed it had indeed turned red.

The rosy color on her face, along with her grumpy pout, made her look adorable.

Arching his brow, Charles was once again overcome with the urge to tease her. “There’s no mirror in front of you. How do you know it’s red? Maybe it turned red because you’re mad.”

“I know it’s red because it hurts,” Whitney grumbled and turned her face to the side while quickly wiping her eyes.

Charles paused upon noticing her actions. “Are you crying?”

“No!”

It’s obvious from her nasally voice that she’s crying.

face closer. “I’ll

turned around

to sit back and do nothing after being offended by others, so she was

you get back at me if

“No.”

be? It would be unmanly of me to get back

plucked up

“Ow…”

brows and hissed in pain as annoyance surged through

surprise, Whitney was strong. His face had gone

me so hard?” he demanded, his low voice thick

was time to stop and thus rescinded her hand in time. At the sight

much strength I can use? Besides, I didn’t exert much strength. Don’t forget. You also said you won’t get back at

was stumped for words. After all,

and the urge to take revenge. “So, can you tell me

of acting like a petty tattletale or troubling him with such

at work, and I’m

before starting the car and driving out of the basement

bother defending

without saying a word, the atmosphere turned so tense that one could cut through it

the window and watched the streets fade past

at the parking lot earlier continued to replay in her

a long deliberation, Whitney realized she might

she was too greedy to want more from it. Now, she

spite of her efforts to hold herself back, she still ended up asking, “Who was the woman you were talking to in the

“What woman?”

earlier. It was only when Whitney brought it up that he thought back on it and answered, “I think

Logistics department?

Logistics department?

of the

from the

“I don’t remember.”

did not even pay attention to what the woman was saying, let alone find out what her