Wooing My Ex-Wife

Charles still remembered Whitney smiling and offering him her best wishes before he left that day, saying sincerely, “I hope that your blind date goes well, Mr. Newton.”

He stared at his phone screen, seemingly lost in thought. Now that I think about it, I bet Whitney’s sudden resignation has something to do with going home for a blind date.

Nevertheless, he swiftly cast his thoughts aside as his slender fingers typed out a reply to the oceanarium director: No need for that. When she clears her paycheck, give her the proper compensation per the standard resignation procedure.

The oceanarium director texted back: Mr. Newton, monetary compensation shouldn’t be offered in circumstances like hers where she submitted the resignation letter on her own and with the resignation statement being personal reasons.

Charles: As I said, settle it as per usual.

Those few simple words were enough for him to convey his displeasure and authoritative demeanor to the oceanarium director, resulting in the latter’s prompt reply: Very well.

After closing the chat window, Charles was about to put down his phone when a new text message popped up from an unknown number: Mr. Newton, this is Jessamyn Cloud. Are you free today at noon? I’d like to treat you to lunch. Because of my mood yesterday, I may have spoken somewhat harshly and come off as unfriendly toward you. I wish to apologize to you in person. Is that okay?

He frowned almost immediately when he saw the words “Jessamyn Cloud,” and the disgust in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Out of politeness, though, he had no choice but to reply: I’m busy.

Jessamyn responded with a sobbing emoji and the words: You’re a gentleman, Mr. Newton. Please don’t turn me down. We’ll just be having a meal. My dad gave me a stern scolding after I returned home yesterday. I sincerely apologize to you for my previous misconduct, Mr. Newton. Can you give me a chance to explain in person? The Cloud family is strict. My dad will kill me if I don’t see you.

She ended the message with another crying emoji.

Charles frowned as he read the woman’s texts, a little irritated by the continuous pinging of the text message notification.

His display of gentlemanly demeanor was contingent upon the person he was conversing with. In the past, he reserved such behavior solely for Gwendolyn. However, in the presence of anyone else, his civility was largely absent, let alone any traces of gentlemanliness.

Just as he was about to block her contact, a child’s head suddenly entered his line of sight, obscuring his vision of his phone screen.

Zendaya had heard his phone pinging nonstop and had run over to investigate.

is it, Uncle

answered truthfully, “It’s Jessamyn, the daughter of the Cloud family whom you met yesterday at the restaurant. She’s the one who

“What’s wrong with her? I can’t believe she sent so many texts to scold you! Don’t back down, Uncle Charles. Reply to her now. I’ll help you

a token of apology. She even

want to hear her apology before deciding whether or not

out a chuckle before praising sincerely, “Such a sensible girl you are,

blinding smile. “That’s because I’m only five years old, so Daddy and Mommy don’t give me much pocket money. But Uncle Treyton said that I’m the prospective heir of

being very touched, he still could not help correcting her

want to spend a few more decades

“Got it!”

He then honored Zendaya’s wishes and replied to Jessamyn’s text, agreeing to meet at

side, saying excitedly, “Uncle Charles, remember to tell Ms. Cloud that I’ll be choosing the place to eat, but she’ll be paying for it. I’ll choose the most expensive restaurant in Salinsburgh and

I’ll do as you

booked a private room in the restaurant

Charles came in with Zendaya in his arms. Upon seeing them, she greeted them with a pleasant

when I went in, so I find it strange that you’re willing to stand at the entrance and wait

quickly composed herself and smiled apologetically. “I was too immature yesterday. I hope you won’t hold it against me,

merely looked at the little girl

the woman facing her, and aside

given her an ultimatum the previous day, forbidding her from calling Charles

and the smile on her face was slightly stiff, but at the thought of her father’s instructions, she steeled herself and said to Zendaya, “It’s noon. You must be

guidance of the restaurant manager, the trio proceeded to

food on Zendaya’s plate. “This king crab is their signature dish, and it’s

dipped it in the sauce

served by you, Ms. Cloud.” She pushed her plate back, gesturing

however, was on the way

hadn’t called Zendy by name before Jessamyn