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.

Mr. Newton. I’m not done with my work

knitted his brows. He was a little displeased, but he did not say anything in the

and entered

taking

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

was done making the couch, Charles

height, Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the couch, so don’t argue with

her as

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

him too

in the room. I didn’t touch the bed,

expected that it would be disliked by people one day, whereas the small and narrow couch had become everyone’s favorite at

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

the man approached, Whitney could feel the intimidating vibe from him. She got cold

and pinched her chin. Narrowing his eyes, he seemed

to the room the past few days? Are you

face turned slightly pale. “No,

me, then? Do you really like

slightly and met his probing eyes. She was so fazed by his attractiveness that

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

I’m used to sleeping on

fluttering. She had not seen Charles for a few days, so the fact that they got so close physically that night made her so nervous that her

called me “Darling” during dinner

not know what she was thinking, but he noticed that

me so much that she becomes giddy as soon as I get a little closer

her response adorable, Charles felt his mood improve a

did not like her and only

let go of her chin and wrapped his other

he lifted her off the couch. Their bodies were

“Mr. Newton?”

by his intimate

she panicked. Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was facing the

her lightly on her backside as if he