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.

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

little displeased, but he

his expensive suit and entered the bathroom. The sound of water

was taking

the laptop. Then, she went to the cabinet to get

as she was done making

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

did not even look at her as he deliberately averted his

slightly impatient as he replied, “No one is arguing with you. This room is

found him too

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

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

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

the intimidating vibe from him. She got cold feet and lowered her

her chin. Narrowing his eyes, he seemed like

returning to the room the

turned slightly pale. “No, I’m

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

up slightly and met his probing eyes.

half-wet, while his jaw is still dripping with

to sleeping

few days, so the fact that they got so close

even called me “Darling” during

thinking, but he noticed that her ears, neck, and cheeks were turning

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

felt

he did not like her and only treated her as a

chin and wrapped

her off the couch. Their bodies were practically

“Mr. Newton?”

by his intimate

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

as if he was threatening