Wooing My Ex-Wife

Whitney was still wrapped in the coat Charles gave her as she stared out the window at the night view whizzing past them.

Though he promised to drive her home after she told him her address, she found the view outside to be unfamiliar and realized he wasn’t taking her to the intended destination.

Thus, she asked, “Where are you bringing me to, Mr. Newton?”

With one hand on the steering wheel, Charles appeared nonchalant as he focused on the road ahead. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“It’s really not necessary—”

“You heard what Jasper said. An injury statement is required to apprehend that group of men. You can’t produce that statement if you don’t visit the hospital.”

“I was just afraid back then. I didn’t suffer any severe injuries. Since they already paid me, why not—”

Before she could finish explaining her intention to get this over with, Charles cut her off grimly by saying, “I will not allow the woman I want to date to be humiliated by scumbags like them. Even though they didn’t succeed, I still want them to pay the price for their offense.”

She fell silent, touched by what he said. So this is what it feels like to be protected by a boyfriend…

“Thank you,” she said.

Charles’ expression remained unchanged as he spoke calmly. “In any case, let me handle these matters. You don’t need to worry about them. Just rest after you return home, and don’t forget our date tomorrow.”

Whitney nodded. I won’t. That’s the last thing I’ll forget.

Thinking of Jessamyn in the surveillance room, he narrowed his eyes and said, “You don’t seem like the type of woman who frequented a place like Seduction Bar. Who told you about this place?”

If she had been an experienced bar hostess, today’s events would not have unfolded as they did. She would have skillfully managed any conflict with her customers, avoiding physical altercations and effortlessly resolving the situation. However, her current state of panic suggests she is a novice in this field. While I have a general understanding of the situation, I still require her honest account to fully grasp the truth.

Whitney lowered her head and contemplated her answer.

While she was carefree, she wasn’t an idiot. “It was Ms. Cloud. At noon, after I bid you and Ms. Zendy goodbye, she came to me and handed me a card. Then, she told me that if I need money, I should visit this place to make some quick bucks.”

Charles remained silent.

After they arrived at the hospital, a nurse attentively tended to Whitney’s wounds.

Charles left for a while. By the time he returned, he had already asked someone to send the injury statement to the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

After Whitney received her last band-aid while sitting at the edge of the bed, Charles appeared at the entrance.

She caught sight of his towering yet reassuring figure the moment she turned around. An infatuated look surfaced in her eyes.

“I’m done, Mr. Newton.”

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her foce completely flushed. Boyfriend? I don’t think he’s my boyfriend yet

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surroundings of the condominium. “You’ve been living here for five

from my workploce,

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her ond urged, “Go on upstoirs.

feor thot he would despise

you.” Upon ending his sentence, Chorles

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“I’m done, Mr. Newton.”

asked the same question he did back in

off the bed when a shadow suddenly loomed over her. By the time she realized what was happening, she was already

blinked, pursing her lips. Despite her swollen cheeks, she still

her, Charles carried her out of the room

wrapped her arms

nurse who treated Whitney earlier, Whitney heard the nurse express her envy. “You’re so blessed, Ms. Mellor.

don’t think he’s my boyfriend yet when tomorrow is

she stole a glance

Charles’ countenance, and he didn’t refute the nurse’s statement

words, Whitney remained quiet as well while she lay

at a

Charles surveyed the dilapidated surroundings of the condominium. “You’ve been living here for five

it’s quite far from my workplace, the rent is cheap, so

cars in the parking lot were affordable vehicles. Hence, Charles’ black Bentley stood

her and urged, “Go on upstairs. Don’t forget the

he would despise her shabby home. “I’ll wash your coat and bring it with me

ending his sentence, Charles returned to his car and drove away under the

Villa was

bed, with Zendaya and Benedict sleeping particularly