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.

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

attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like me and even look down on me. So why waste your time on me and bully

he uttered the last sentence, his gaze

I just so happened to see Whitney in there. You should be thanking me

the

normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you

crossed her arms, playing with her freshly done nails from

age, Jessamyn had always held a sense of superiority, looking down on others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor

Charles over, for it would be a great

Charles was undeniably good-looking. His looks alone would be a sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend her days

oblivious to Charles’ efforts

engaging in an argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling within his heart if he allowed himself to engage further with

wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women

Bring me to

directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made

and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s

to dignify Jessamyn’s presence with a response. With an icy gaze, he continued on his

later, Jessamyn

head, he saw the words printed on the

to Whitney? Why

room. Anyway, I

did not make any

the door and raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge of the surveillance room, anyway. This way, Mr.

and

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

six men sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small stage

lasted for

far, everything seemed rather

singing a few songs. She’s making a living

sense. 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 still get

are you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t

Charles’ face was grim, and the emotion in

Whitney put down the microphone as if she

wine glass and staggered over