Wooing My Ex-Wife

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom of the Newton residence abruptly ceased, replaced by tranquil silence that permeated the air.

Wearing a loose-fitting, dark grey bathrobe, Charles stepped out of the bathroom, his muscular arms half raised to dry his hair that was dripping wet.

His exquisite blue eyes looked relaxed, his nose was fine and straight, and his lips made him look even more charming when he smiled. With his facial features, he looked like a prince from a foreign land.

The glistening water droplets on his body added to the captivating allure he exuded, enhancing his already charismatic presence.

Every time after a shower, Charles had the habit of enveloping himself tightly in a bathrobe, rather than simply using a towel to cover the lower half of his body.

It was not that he had a poor figure. Rather, it was because of the indelible scars that remained from the beatings and torture he had endured in the past.

Charles held such disdain for his own body that he avoided looking at it whenever possible. He would ensure he was fully clothed before facing the mirror. Even then, he would only focus on his face, deliberately avoiding any glimpse of the rest of his physique.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

It was the sound of an incoming text.

Charles lowered his gaze casually. At first, he was not the slightest bit fazed by the text, but the keywords caught his attention.

It was from an unknown number, but the text contained Whitney’s name.

Immediately, he picked up the phone to read the text.

It read: I heard you’re going out on a date with Whitney tomorrow, but do you really know that woman? She doesn’t deserve you. Come to Seduction Bar. I’ll show you how despicable she can be.

A frown creased Charles’ forehead as his expression darkened.

The tone of the text sounded familiar.

Jessamyn’s the only person who knows I took Whitney away from the restaurant during the day. Seduction Bar’s a place where wealthy people have fun. Why would Whitney be there?

Realizing things were not as simple as they seemed, Charles entered the walk-in closet, quickly changed into something appropriate, and drove to Seduction Bar.

When he reached the bar’s entrance, he spotted a slender figure standing under the neon lights.

It was Jessamyn.

the man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d

“Jessamyn, your attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like me and even look down on

gaze and tone turned icy, revealing his

my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney

deny the first part of

only met you a few times. It’s only normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t

crossed her arms, playing with her freshly done nails from that

let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him to choose what she deemed

over, for it would

sight for sore

thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious

in an argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be

self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered

Bring me to

issuing the stern directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his way into

and walked beside him. “You rarely go to

icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected

later, Jessamyn led him to

his head, he saw the

me to Whitney?

smiled. “She’s having fun with the big shots in the private room now. We’ll be ruining their fun if I take you to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted to show you how despicable of a woman she is. There’s a

not make any

“I’ve informed the person in charge of the surveillance room, anyway. This way, Mr.

and

had already projected the real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto the

a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on

lasted for

far, everything seemed rather

you meant by despicable? She’s only singing a few songs. She’s making a living with

After all, no successful man would like their future wife to come to a place like that to perform for other men. Looks like Charles will

are you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be

Charles’ face was grim, and

Whitney put down the microphone as if she had

man held up a wine glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to