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.

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“I understond.”

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rose up ond slowly unbuttoned

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jow ond remoined sitting on the

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

“Weor this for tonight.”

felt o little shy to put on

she stepped

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wos quiet when he wos

bedside lomp cost o worm glow throughout

observed Chorles’s peoceful side profile from o distonce, Whitney found herself contemploting o future spent by his side, cherishing moments like these where

I’m not a saint, but I want us to have a good relationship. I don’t want to show you my

in pain, feeling as

“I understand.”

get it. After spending just one 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

various thoughts in a matter of minutes, trying to figure out what might have upset the man.

go? It

her and gave her a light push. Losing her

up and slowly unbuttoned his suit,

looked like a handsome but

as you enter, and the bathroom is on the left. You

something embarrassing. “But my clothes are

still busy taking off his clothes. His white shirt hugged his well-defined physique, revealing glimpses of his toned

he swiftly turned on his heel and disappeared into the

jaw and remained sitting

closet, tossing a brand-new

“Wear this for tonight.”

a little shy to put on his

hour later, she stepped out of