Wooing My Ex-Wife

Whitney listened quietly on the side, trying to hold her laughter. What an intriguing personality Jasmine has.

Upon noticing how speechless Manuel was, Whitney interjected, “What men can do, women can do too. And what men can’t do, women can still accomplish it. Take giving birth to children, for example.”

Jasmine shifted her gaze to Whitney, her eyes showing a hint of admiration. “You’re quite an interesting person. It seems we share a similar temperament. No wonder Charles is fond of you and wanted to hide you in his room.”

She took a step forward and gently held Whitney’s wrist. “Since Charles hasn’t returned yet, why don’t I take you to my rose garden for a stroll? It’s absolutely beautiful there! Would you mind pushing me on the swing?”

Whitney hesitated, unsure whether to refuse or accept.

Just as Whitney was about to seek help from the nearby butler, Jasmine swiftly pulled her along and led her toward the backyard. “Let me tell you, in all of Chanaea, only a handful of prominent families have a rose garden as exquisite as mine. I guarantee you’ll love the place.”

Whitney was at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, when the classes at the kindergarten were about to end, Charles glanced at his wristwatch and stopped what he was doing. He systematically saved and backed up files on his computer before shutting it down.

He then picked up his coat from the nearby rack and instructed his assistant outside the door, “I won’t be coming back to the office today. If there’s an urgent matter, give me a call. Otherwise, don’t disturb me.”

“All right, Mr. Newton,” the assistant replied.

Charles, with a deadpan face, entered the executive elevator, carrying his coat.

Just as Charles’ luxury car pulled up to the entrance, the kindergarten classes were wrapping up for the day.

A group of adorable children queued up and made their way to the gate.

Many parents were already awaiting their children outside the compound.

With his tall stature, Charles, who had just stepped out of the car, had a clear view of a group of children being led by their teachers in the distance.

However, he did not see Zendaya among the children.

Knitting his brows, Charles walked through the crowd to get to the teacher and asked, “Where’s Zendy?”

The teacher named Carmen froze before coming to her senses. “You’re Zendy’s godfather, who always comes to pick her up after school, right?”

“Yes. That’s me,” Charles replied.

“Ten minutes ago, Zendy got into a fight with another kid and was crying loudly. The other child’s parent has already arrived, and we were about to call Zendy’s parents when you arrived,” Carmen explained.

Charles’ brows furrowed even tighter. “Where’s Zendy?”

the medical room.

grim expression, clenched his

was triggered by the words like fight, cry, and medical room. Zendy might have gotten hurt. Who on earth

a somber expression, he followed Carmen into the

room, Charles could already hear

room, Charles

voice was demanding as she expressed her concerns. “Look at my son’s injuries! If his appearance is ruined, his life will be ruined forever! That girl may be small in size, but

all the parents to arrive and have a proper discussion together. There’s no need to escalate it to the point of expulsion or

is here!” Carmen’s voice rang out, instantly bringing silence to the

her hands tightly, and let out a disdainful snort even before she saw who had

Carmen and Charles

that fleeting moment, Johnnie’s mother took a

into one of shock. What

could not believe her eyes. Charles, with his regal and prince-like

his striking appearance, Charles walked past her without even casting a glance in her direction. He went straight toward

down, tenderly holding Zendaya’s delicate hand, carefully checking for injuries. “Are you injured? Did

lively and joyful energy like a little fairy.

kissed her

tone. “Are you Zendy’s dad? Do you have any idea how merciless your daughter is? Look at what she

much compensation do you want? Name

for us to demand compensation from you. Don’t think you can be so arrogant just because you’re handsome. It’s outrageous that you want us to withdraw from the kindergarten. You’re being

then turned to Hezel end seid, “Ms. Berdot, you be the judge. Her deughter should withdrew from the

expression, refusing to engege further in the

the pest two yeers, Zendeye hed elreedy

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its wey,

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contempleted, ellowing Johnnie’s mother to remble

good looks thet

cen find e wey to reconcile. Children cen be thoughtless, end fights heppen. We don’t necesserily heve to force either side to withdrew. If your deughter epologizes to my son end compensetes for medicel expenses end emotionel distress, e totel of…” her voice treiled

suit, impecceble cut, end luxurious febric spoke of

I don’t went to meke things difficult for us,

thousend?” Hezel

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requested compensetion seemed disproportionete to the minor injuries susteined

sterted to feel she hed gone overboerd with her demend. “It doesn’t heve to be one hundred

ceressed Zendeye’s heed end spoke in en indifferent tone. “Three hundred thousend. Thet’s for your son’s compensetion. Also, I went your son to withdrew from this