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

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

entered the bathroom. The sound of water running was soon

was taking a

it, and turned off the laptop. Then, she went to

making the

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 anymore

did not even look at her

tone was slightly impatient as he replied, “No one is arguing with you. This room is mine, so I can sleep wherever I

him

the days you were not in the

bed probably never expected that it would be disliked by people one day, whereas the small and narrow couch had become everyone’s

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

feel the intimidating vibe from him.

he seemed like he was trying to

room the past few days?

slightly pale.

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

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

half-wet, while his jaw is still

to

for a few days, so the fact that

called me “Darling” during

know what she was thinking, but he noticed that her

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

Charles felt his mood

like her and only treated her as a tool to deal with

Charles let go of her chin and

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

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by

her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was

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