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.

bed, Mr. Newton. I’m not done

a little displeased, but he did not say anything in the end. “Get

and entered the bathroom. The sound

taking

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

done making the couch,

I prefer to sleep on the couch, so don’t argue with me anymore and go sleep

did not even look at her as he deliberately averted

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

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

it would be disliked by people one day, whereas the small and

tossed his towel to one side after wiping his hair and slowly walked up to

the man approached, Whitney could feel the intimidating vibe from him. She got cold feet and lowered her

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

me for not returning to the room the past

slightly

dare look at me, then? Do you really like to

Whitney looked up slightly and met his probing eyes. She was

is still dripping with water from his shower.

used to

days, so the fact that they got so close physically that night made her so nervous

called me “Darling”

he noticed that her ears, neck, and

she really like me so much that she becomes giddy as soon

felt his mood improve a

Whitney was interesting even though he did not like her and only treated her as a tool to deal with

of her chin and wrapped his

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

“Mr. Newton?”

by

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

lightly on her backside as if he was threatening her. “Be