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.

on the bed, Mr. Newton. I’m not done with my work

he did not say anything

and entered the bathroom. The sound of water

taking

quickly finished the task at hand, saved it, and turned off the

making

is too small. It’s not suitable for someone your height, Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the couch, so don’t argue with me

at her as he deliberately averted his

This room is mine, so I can sleep

found him

days you were not in the room. I didn’t touch the bed, so it’s

bed probably never expected that it would be disliked by people one day, whereas the small and narrow

to one side after

from him. She

seemed like

room the past few

turned slightly

don’t you dare look at me, then? Do you really like to sleep on

herself down, Whitney looked up slightly and met his probing eyes. She was so

jaw is still dripping with

to sleeping

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

he even called me “Darling” during

did not know what she was thinking, but he noticed that her ears, neck,

giddy as

response adorable, Charles felt his mood improve a

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

her chin and wrapped his

he lifted her off the couch. Their bodies were practically pressing against

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by his

panicked. Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her

patted her lightly on her backside as if he was