Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Whitney had never thought that Charles would address her by such a term of endearment.

She was stunned for a while. It was not until Charles pinched the back of her hand and exerted more force to bring her to her senses that she snapped out of her fantasy.

“I’m not mad at you, but you’ve caused Lucas and Jasmine to misunderstand, so I should really punish you,” Whitney whined.

Although she knew that it was an act, she could not miss the chance to indulge in his gentleness, even if it was just for a short while.

She gently tugged the back of his hand with a bright and playful smile.

The atmosphere between the young couple was somewhat ambiguous.

Lucas clicked his tongue and shook his head before looking at Jasmine and saying, “Look at them. Their public display of affection is blinding.”

Jasmine took advantage of the opportunity to talk about his marriage. “Lucas, when are you going to bring home a wife? Even Charles is married now. You won’t still be single by the time Whitney has kids, will you?”

Lucas was rendered speechless.

He placed a drumstick onto Jasmine’s plate. “Just eat your food. Stay out of my business.”

At the same time, Whitney blushed slightly in embarrassment at the mention of kids.

Charles maintained a neutral expression for the rest of the meal. After retracting his hand, he focused on his meal and said nothing further.

After the meal, he went to his study.

Meanwhile, Whitney was working at the coffee table in the bedroom to deal with the work left behind during her time off last time.

After she worked for two hours, the door of the bedroom opened slowly.

Charles was pulling his tie with one hand in a leisurely manner with an unmistakable look of exhaustion in his eyes.

He glanced at Whitney, who was sitting on the couch. As he threw the tie he took off on the coat rack, he said flatly, “Make the couch. I’m tired.”

Whitney stared at him in astonishment for a moment.

She had thought that he would neither spend the night in the bedroom that day nor take the initiative to talk to her.

can sleep on the bed, Mr. Newton. I’m not

he did not

suit and entered

was taking a

turned off the laptop. Then, she went to the cabinet to get a quilt to

making the couch, Charles

Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the

not even look at her as he deliberately averted

as he replied, “No one is arguing with you. This room is mine, so I can sleep

found him too

to it. “I’ve been sleeping on the couch during the days you were not in the room. I didn’t touch the bed, so it’s clean. You

that it would be disliked by people one day, whereas the small and narrow couch had

He tossed his towel to one side after wiping his hair and slowly

Whitney could feel the intimidating vibe from him. She got cold feet

he seemed

to the room the past few days? Are you throwing a tantrum

slightly pale. “No,

don’t you dare look at me, then? Do

looked up slightly and met his probing eyes. She was so fazed by his attractiveness that she subconsciously swallowed

is still dripping with

I’m used to sleeping

days, so the fact that they got so close

he even called me “Darling”

what she was thinking, but he noticed

becomes giddy as soon

response adorable, Charles felt his mood

was interesting even though he did not like her and only treated her as

and wrapped his

lifted her off the

“Mr. Newton?”

by

he watched as she panicked. Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was

on her backside as if he was threatening her.