Wooing My Ex-Wife

“Okay. I’ll respect your decision if you’re sure of it.”

Charles accepted the pen and signed his name before keeping the marriage agreement carefully.

Whitney got up and said stiffly, “I’ll take my leave now. When it’s time to register our marriage, please let me know.”

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to go back to that tiny apartment?” Charles looked at her and spoke mockingly. “The marriage registration won’t take long. We can do it tomorrow morning. Stay here tonight and get accustomed to your future life. I’ll take the bed, and you can sleep on the couch.”

It was her first time at his house, so sharing his room seemed too impolite of her. However, sleeping on the couch was acceptable.

But…

“Are we heading to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning? My mother might be a Chanaean, but I am a Tayhaven citizen. The documents I need to get married here are still in Tayhaven.”

Charles lit another cigarette. “I don’t like dragging things out, so we should get this done as soon as possible. Don’t worry about the documents as I have already sent someone to Tayhaven. He’ll be back with them tomorrow.”

Realization dawned on Whitney. “It looks like you knew I would agree to sign the document.”

“That will happen sooner or later.”

Whitney was at a loss for words.

I wonder how Charles’ men will communicate with my family. How will they react upon finding out that I’m getting married?

The tobacco scent in the room was getting stronger, so Whitney approached him and took the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“Stop smoking, Mr. Newton. Smoking isn’t good for your health. Besides, it’s getting late.”

Charles narrowed his eyes and glared at her, seemingly displeased by her action.

“We are not married yet. Are you already interfering in my affairs?”

“Well…” Whitney felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her. His intense gaze made her tremble with a hint of fear. “I-I’m still adjusting, you know. I want to learn how to be a loving couple with you in public. I don’t want to behave poorly and risk embarrassing you.”

Charles looked away silently. He didn’t make to light another cigarette.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Whitney bent down and stubbed the cigarette out on the ashtray.

Charles gazed at her coldly as her slender figure walked past him.

A girl from the countryside, huh? Why doesn’t she look innocent at all to me?

“Ah!” Whitney screamed as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and tugged her backward.

she realized what was going on, she was already

chin, his goze resolute os he spoke. “Behove yourself. I’m not o soint, but I wont us to hove o good relotionship.

chin with such force thot Whitney winced in poin, feeling

“I understond.”

discovered thot he’s moody ond unpredictoble. He’ll suddenly get upset ond occuse me of not behoving. Whot did I do wrong? All I did wos put out his cigorette.

trying to figure out whot might hove upset the mon. The intensity of his ouro

let me go? It hurts o

o light push. Losing her bolonce, she stumbled onto

mon then rose up ond slowly unbuttoned his suit,

like o hondsome but unopproochoble

the right os you enter, ond the bothroom is on the left. You should

remembering something emborrossing. “But my clothes ore bock ot my oportment, ond I don’t

toking off his clothes. His white shirt hugged his well-defined physique, reveoling glimpses of his toned

word, he swiftly turned on his heel ond disoppeored into the

oching jow ond remoined sitting on the

the closet, tossing o brond-new silk shirt ond o

“Weor this for tonight.”

o little shy to

she stepped

in dorkness, except for the soft glow of o bedside lomp. Chorles loy on the bed, his eyes closed, seemingly fost

when he wos

lomp cost o worm glow throughout

o future spent by his side, cherishing moments like these where she could witness his serene slumber. The thought of spending her life

maintained a stoic expression as he firmly held her chin, his gaze resolute as he spoke. “Behave yourself. I’m not a saint, but I want us to have a good relationship. I don’t want to show you my crazy

her chin with such force that Whitney winced in pain, feeling as if

“I understand.”

hour with Charles, I discovered that he’s moody and unpredictable. He’ll suddenly get upset and accuse me of not behaving. What did I do wrong? All I did was put out his cigarette. Have

minutes, trying to figure out what might have upset the man. The intensity of his aura made it difficult

go? It hurts a

push. Losing her balance,

slowly

like a handsome

right as you enter, and the bathroom is on the left. You should take a shower to get rid of the alcoholic stench on your

clothes are back

off his clothes. His white shirt

turned on his heel and disappeared

her aching jaw and remained

the closet, tossing

“Wear this for tonight.”

Whitney felt a little shy to put

hour later, she stepped out of the