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.

when she noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting for you here. What do

eyed the woman coldly as he confronted her, saying, “Jessamyn, your attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like

sentence, his gaze and tone turned icy, revealing his

says I bullied her?” Jessamyn rolled her eyes arrogantly. “I’m here to have fun with my friends. I just so happened to

deny the first part of

that I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in the future

nails from that afternoon,

to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him to choose what she deemed as an inferior and foolish

her father had given her the order to win Charles over, for it would be a great help to the

for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend her

Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts

would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling within his heart if he allowed himself

he been his old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat

Whitney? Bring me

walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his way into Seduction Bar, leaving

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

With an icy gaze, he continued on his path,

Jessamyn led him

Charles lifted his head, he saw the words printed on the

you’d take me to Whitney? Why did you

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 surveillance

not make any

smugly. “I’ve informed the person in

his gaze and slowly

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

a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small stage in front of

lasted for

everything seemed

a few songs. She’s making

makes sense. After all, no successful man would like their future wife to come to a place like that to perform for other

and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy a woman

Charles’ face was grim, and the emotion in his eyes was

the two were talking, Whitney put down the microphone as

glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to get close and wrap his arms around