Wooing My Ex-Wife

Seeing that Charles still didn’t respond, the other men in the room couldn’t figure out his temperament.

One of the men asked, “Can we leave now, Mr. Newton? We don’t have any more money on us, and we didn’t touch this who—I mean, woman. In fact, she’s the one who beat us up so badly that we’re covered in injuries. We’ll have to see a doctor right away.”

Charles narrowed his eyes and spat coldly, “Scram.”

“Okay, okay.” The men immediately scurried away.

When they passed by Charles, he caught a glimpse of their injuries.

Some had fractured arms while some were covering their bleeding waist.

All six of those men had their butts kicked by Whitney, a woman, despite their advantage in numbers.

As such, Charles’ interest in Whitney was roused.

Slowly, he ambled into the messy room. The shattered glass pieces scattered all over the floor crumbled beneath his dark leather shoes.

Whitney, who was hiding beneath the table, trembled violently and held her breath upon hearing his steady footsteps.

In her mind, she prayed, Please don’t see me, please don’t see me, please don’t…

A second later, she felt warmth on her shoulders. She tilted her head and saw Charles taking off his coat and draping it over her shoulder to cover her tattered clothes.

He’s so gentle, so much so that he can charm any woman in minutes. Whitney felt even more ashamed and hung her head low, not daring to meet his gaze.

“You don’t have to hide. I know who you are,” uttered Charles in a deep, magnetic voice, which was pleasant to Whitney’s ears.

“Why did you come to this dangerous place? Are you in desperate need of money?” he asked.

You just said you wanted to try dating me in the afternoon, yet I embarrassed you in the evening on the

the table, squatted down, and delivered it to Whitney. “Take it. It’s all yours. You won’t be short of money

soon as her eyes met Charles’ piercing blue

take the money. “I don’t want it. If you hadn’t arrived in time, I would’ve suffered greatly. This money

tonight has nothing to do with me. You deserve this money. Consider it your reward for sparring with those men. Besides, you’re injured, too. You’ll need the money to receive

that Whitney was almost sexually assaulted by the group of men, Charles referred to

her gaze, daring to ask, “Don’t you find it disgusting that I’m

of Charles’ lips curved upward slightly. “Not at all. You’re an adult, and you’re forced to do what it takes to make ends meet. I can understand that. Although, you should avoid taking such risks in the future. Your safety should come

“Thank you.”

cash in his hand

for my emotional damage. Perhaps I’ll have some money left over after purchasing the cologne as a

a happy-go-lucky woman. He

hospital. All I endured was a few slaps, that’s all.

case, I’ll send you home.” He stood, hands stuffed into his pockets, ready

he stopped because

he noticed she hadn’t moved

tears on her countenance mixed with blood. There was a touch of

and uttered, “I… My legs are numb. I can’t stand up. I’m not doing this

she ended her sentence, she flushed with embarrassment. Even though I said I could walk, I proved myself wrong just thirty seconds later. I wish the ground

few men earlier? Why are her legs

her behavior slightly distasteful, he still approached her and carried her after

light, so it was easy for him to lift her

covered by his coat. Her body was tainted with blood, and her hair was messy, making her resemble a broken,

pitiful state would easily arouse

lowering his gaze and staring at her

even blink as

thoughts were consumed by Gwendolyn, who shared the former’s delicate frame. Gwendolyn’s light and thin, too. When we were younger, I used to carry her like this as well. I even spun around with her in my arms, promising to love and

swirling