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.

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

He was a little displeased, but he did not say

entered the bathroom.

taking

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

done making the couch, Charles

prefer to sleep on

did not even look at her

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

him too

on the couch during the days you were not in the room. I didn’t touch

would be disliked by people one day,

face. He tossed his towel to one side after

could feel the intimidating vibe from

seemed like he was trying to

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

turned slightly pale.

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

his probing eyes. She was so fazed by his attractiveness

jaw is still dripping with water from his shower. He looks

to sleeping on the

few days, so the fact that they got so close physically that

me “Darling” during dinner

what she was thinking, but he

becomes giddy as soon as I

felt his mood improve a

though he did not like

her chin and wrapped his

off the couch.

“Mr. Newton?”

was flustered by his intimate

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

her backside as if he was threatening her. “Be good and