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 done with my

He was a little displeased, but he did not say anything in

and entered the bathroom. The sound of water

was taking

at hand, saved it, and turned off the laptop. Then, she went to the cabinet to get a quilt

done making

suitable for someone your height, Mr. Newton. I prefer to

her as he

was slightly impatient as he replied, “No one is arguing with you. This room is

found him

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

people one

on Whitney’s face. He tossed his towel to one side after wiping his hair and slowly walked

could feel the intimidating vibe from him. She got cold feet and lowered her head

pinched her chin. Narrowing his eyes, he seemed like he was trying to see through the

me for not returning to the room the past few days? Are you

slightly pale. “No, I’m

at me, then? Do you really like to sleep on

met his probing eyes. She was

short hair is still half-wet, while his jaw is still dripping with water from his shower.

I’m used to sleeping on

for a few days, so the fact that they got so close physically that night made her

called me “Darling” during

he noticed that her ears, neck,

giddy as soon as

felt his mood improve

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

Charles let go of her chin and wrapped his other arm

with his arm, he lifted her off the couch. Their

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by

a smirk on his face, he watched as she panicked. Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was facing the bed before

as if he was threatening