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.

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

tells me you don’t like me and even look down on me. So why waste your time on me

last sentence, his gaze and

to have fun with my friends. I just so happened to see

the first part

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

with her freshly done nails from that afternoon, a smug

superiority, looking down on others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would

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

sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend

self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to

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

old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent

Bring me to

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

beside him. “You rarely go to places

response. With an icy gaze, he

of minutes later, Jessamyn led him to a

he saw the

you’d take me to

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 camera in the private room. You can

not

opened the door and raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge of the surveillance

retracted his gaze and

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

six men sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing

lasted

far, everything seemed

you meant by despicable? She’s only singing a few songs. She’s making a living with her capabilities. Which part about it is despicable?” the man

Judging by his tone, he doesn’t seem to care about Whitney that much. Well, it makes sense. After all, no successful man would like their future wife to come to

at the screen and said unperturbedly, “Why are you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough

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

were talking, Whitney put down the

middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered over