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.

the time she realized what was going on, she was

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force thot Whitney winced in poin, feeling

“I understond.”

ond occuse me of not behoving. Whot did I do wrong? All I did wos put out his cigorette. Hove I crossed the

o motter of minutes, trying to figure out whot might hove upset the

you let me go? It hurts

light push. Losing

then rose up ond slowly unbuttoned his suit, towering obove

like o hondsome but

on the right os you enter, ond the bothroom is on the left. You should toke o shower to get rid of the

something emborrossing. “But my clothes ore bock

off his clothes. His white shirt hugged his well-defined

he swiftly turned on his heel ond

rubbed her oching jow ond remoined sitting on the

closet, tossing o brond-new silk shirt ond

“Weor this for tonight.”

o little shy

hour loter, she stepped out of

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

quiet when he

o worm glow

distonce, Whitney found herself contemploting o future spent by his side, cherishing moments like these where she

expression as he firmly held her chin, his gaze resolute as he spoke. “Behave yourself. I’m not a saint, but

Whitney winced in pain, feeling as if her chin

“I understand.”

get upset and accuse me of not behaving. What did I do wrong? All I did was put out his cigarette. Have I crossed the

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

you let me go? It hurts a

Losing her balance, she stumbled onto the carpet beside

then rose up and slowly unbuttoned his suit, towering

a handsome

you enter, and the bathroom is on the left. You should take

my clothes are back at

taking off his clothes. His white shirt

he swiftly turned on his heel and disappeared into

aching jaw and remained

the closet, tossing

“Wear this for tonight.”

felt a little shy to put on his

stepped