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.

“I’m sorry. You just said you wanted to try dating me in the afternoon, yet I embarrassed

on 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 gaze, she quickly

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

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

though it was plain that Whitney was almost sexually assaulted by the group of men, Charles referred to the incident as

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

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 first when

“Thank you.”

the cash in his hand

nightmare, I guess I can count this as compensation for my emotional damage. Perhaps I’ll have some

surprised to see her still wearing a smile. What a happy-go-lucky woman. He offered,

endured was a few slaps, that’s all. The minor injuries on my body will

stood, hands stuffed into

a few steps forward, he stopped because he didn’t hear

noticed she hadn’t moved

like a rabbit’s, the tears on her countenance mixed with blood. There was a touch of desolation to

My legs are numb. I can’t

moment she ended her sentence, she flushed with embarrassment. Even though I said I could walk, I proved myself wrong just thirty

she ruthlessly kick the butts of a few men earlier? Why are her legs numb after

her behavior slightly distasteful, he still approached her

so it was easy

shoulders were covered by his coat. Her body was tainted

pitiful state would easily arouse a man’s desire to

froze, lowering his gaze and staring at

didn’t even blink as his mind

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 protect her forever. Now,

to discern the expressions swirling in his blue