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.

Whitney nodded as tears streamed down her face. “I’m sorry. You just said you wanted to try dating me in the afternoon,

exceptionally patient as he picked up the money on the table, squatted down, and

head, but as soon as her eyes met Charles’ piercing blue gaze,

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

do with me. You deserve this money. Consider it your reward for sparring with those men. Besides,

the group of men, Charles

to ask, “Don’t you find it disgusting that I’m earning money in a bar

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

“Thank you.”

handed the cash

I can count this as compensation for my emotional damage. Perhaps I’ll have some money left over after purchasing the cologne as a gift for Charles, which will also cover my rent. This dreadful experience doesn’t

to see her still wearing a smile. What a happy-go-lucky woman. He offered, “I’ll send you to the hospital.

need to visit the hospital. All I endured was a few slaps, that’s all. The minor injuries on my body will heal over time,” replied

hands stuffed into his

forward, he stopped because he didn’t hear

she hadn’t moved yet. “What’s

her countenance mixed with blood. There was a

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

embarrassment. Even though I said I could walk, I proved myself wrong just thirty seconds later. I wish the ground

men

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

easy for him to

shoulders were covered by his coat. Her body was tainted with blood, and her hair was messy, making

easily arouse a man’s desire to

his gaze and staring at her for a

blink as

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

expressions swirling in