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.

car. “I knew you’d come, so

don’t like me

he uttered the last sentence, his gaze and tone

to have fun with my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney in there. You should be thanking me for

the first part

I’ve 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 like you in the future after

her freshly done nails from that afternoon, a smug expression adorning

This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in

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

Charles was undeniably good-looking. His looks alone would be a sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn

in her self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to

that he would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling within his heart

self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with any semblance of

Bring me to

directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his

him. “You rarely go to places like this,

an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected by

minutes later, Jessamyn led

lifted his head, he saw

me to Whitney? Why did you bring

take you to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted to show you how despicable of a woman she is. There’s

not make

“I’ve informed the

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 in front

lasted

everything

a few songs. She’s making a living with

After all, no successful man would like their future

said unperturbedly, “Why are you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy a

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

two were talking, Whitney put down the

up a wine glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to get close and wrap his arms