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?”

in the medical room. I’ll take you

expression, clenched his fists

fight, cry, and medical room. Zendy might have gotten hurt. Who on

a somber expression, he

room, Charles could

medical room, Charles could

son’s injuries! If his appearance is ruined, his life will be ruined forever! That girl may be small in size, but she has a cruel heart.

conflicts. Let’s wait for all the parents to arrive and have a proper discussion together. There’s no need to

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

demanding mother sat in the chair, gripping her hands tightly, and let out a disdainful snort even before she saw who had entered the room. “I’m

spoke, Carmen and Charles stepped

that fleeting moment, Johnnie’s mother took a

expression on her face transformed into one

eyes. Charles, with his regal and prince-like appearance, surpassed the attractiveness

she was still captivated by his striking appearance, Charles walked past her without even casting a glance in her direction. He went straight toward Zendaya,

checking for injuries. “Are you injured? Did you

like a little fairy. “No, I’m super strong!

gently kissed her forehead, comforting the

spoke with a softened tone. “Are you Zendy’s dad? Do you have any idea how merciless your daughter is? Look at what she did to my son. Just look at the red marks on

much compensation do you want? Name your price, and then keep your mouth shut. Also, I want your son

“Your daughter is at fault because she attacked my son first, so it’s not unreasonable for us to demand compensation from you. Don’t think you can be so arrogant

end seid, “Ms. Berdot, you be the judge. Her deughter

cold end stern expression, refusing to engege further

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contempleted, ellowing Johnnie’s

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