Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

It was Benedict who took Gwendolyn’s phone and contacted Charles personally. “Charles, I’m on my way to the oceanarium with Daddy, Mommy, and Zendaya.”

Charles was stunned for a moment and a little delighted. “Are you finally willing to accept the oceanarium?”

Benedict, on the other end of the line, sounded haughty. “You gifted it to me without allowing me the chance to reject it, so what right do I have not to accept it?”

“Fine.” Judging by his tone, Benny hasn’t forgiven me yet. It seems like it is my wishful thinking.

Nevertheless, Charles didn’t give up. Instead, he asked in a gentler voice, “This is your first time taking the initiative to call me. Is this what you want to talk to me about? The oceanarium is yours, Benny. I’m just paying someone to manage it for you. You can go there and have fun whenever you want. There’s no need for you to ask my permission.”

Benedict snorted arrogantly. “You’re overthinking. I just want to inform you that I’m planning to renovate the oceanarium a little to include more new and interesting animals.”

“Sure, that’s not a problem. You can keep any animal you want in there.”

“Hmph. Don’t speak so soon. I’m afraid you may not be able to afford it later. If you’re free now, come over, and we can discuss this in person.”

His voice might sound childish, but he spoke with the mature cadence of an adult, arranging everything perfectly.

“Okay,” Charles agreed without a second thought since Benedict had taken the initiative to invite him over. There was no way he would refuse the latter.

Benedict hung up the call rudely and aloofly without even saying “goodbye” or any other parting words.

Charles decisively turned his steering wheel at the next intersection, heading in the opposite direction toward the oceanarium.

Whitney noticed the change in route and hastily asked, “Where are you going?”

“Mr. Jenson and his family are going to the oceanarium. I’m going to join them.”

“In that case, should I get out of the car now?”

Charles pondered briefly before replying, “Let’s go there together. Zendy is also there. You’ve spent several years in the oceanarium and know it better than I do. I think you’ll be able to explain it better if you were to introduce some marine life to the kids.”

Zendy is also there. Whitney quite missed that clever little girl.

Still, she found it weird for her to tag along.

“Mr. Newton, we’re a secretly married couple. You said we shouldn’t announce our relationship in public, so how should I introduce myself when I show up there with you later?”

seriously considering that

caller ID earlier was remarked as “Gwen,” but the person who spoke on the phone was clearly a child. If Zendy is also there, could it be that the childhood sweetheart he hasn’t been able to forget is the twins’ mother? Her children are already five years old, yet Mr. Newton still holds

maid? You can tell them you brought me to

his

Whitney, Charles promised the little girl he would attempt to date and get into

displeased if

few moments later, Charles

different from a wife? Both are intimate relationships.” Isn’t he afraid

is a lover

break up with

of view, but he didn’t want to let Gwendolyn know about his marriage so soon. “Just do as I say. Don’t

he had a point, Whitney nodded

minutes later, the duo arrived

the two kids standing outside the deserted

scene featuring the family of four standing together was harmonious and

the car and strode forward,

“Uncle Charles!”

and bounded toward Charles, spreading her arms to

caught her, pulling

around his neck and noticed the red mark on

“Uncle Charles, why is your face red? Oh? It’s hot. Does it

out her cheeks and

having his face pinched by Whitney

behind and slowly caught

I got it. Whitney must’ve hit Uncle Charles because he misbehaved and

rendered speechless upon hearing

excitedly introduced Whitney to Gwendolyn. “Mommy, this is Whitney. I mentioned her to you before. Uncle Charles went on

I mentioned her to you before. Uncle Charles went on a date with Whitney. They look

happened to lock

two women sized up each

smiled first. “You’re not a Chanaean, right? You look

is my first time meeting you, Mrs. Jenson, and you