Wooing My Ex-Wife

Half an hour later, Benedict, who had just finished receiving his IV drip, followed Charles to the small basketball court behind the laboratory.

A professional lawyer was already there, and motivated by the lucrative remuneration, he had swiftly drafted two liability waiver forms.

With no holds barred, the fight might result in the death of one party, and if that happened, the other party wouldn’t be held responsible for whatever happened.

Charles and Nico signed their names and affixed their thumbprints on the two documents, respectively, under the supervision of the lawyer.

Zendaya considerately brought two small stools over, one for herself and the other for her brother. She also prepared two packets of caramel sweets, one box of strawberries, and a plate of cut melon.

“Benny, come quickly. I can’t hold all these things on my own.”

Benedict glanced at her, noticing the pile of food stacked to her height on the stools she was carrying, and a hint of disdain flashed across his eyes. “You’re such a glutton. Can you even fit that much food in your stomach?”

Zendaya chuckled. “This isn’t just for me. I’ve also prepared your portion. After Uncle Nico and Uncle Charles finish fighting, they will surely be parched and want to eat too.”

Her thoughtfulness extended to everyone.

“Girls are so troublesome,” Benedict complained while going over to help lighten his sister’s load by taking some food from the stool.

“You’re the best, Benny. I know you’re just a soft-hearted person with a sharp tongue.”

He snorted indifferently, but his eyebrows were slightly arched. After all, he couldn’t help but feel a little proud, being praised by his little sister.

After watching the lawyer finalize both documents, Charles strode over to help Zendaya carry the stools to the outermost part of the basketball court against the wall.

He squatted down and caressed Zendaya’s petite face, uttering worriedly, “The fight may get a little bloody later. You may feel uncomfortable witnessing it, so why don’t I get Mr. Mallory to bring you to the shopping mall to watch a movie? What do you say, Zendy?”

The little girl was upset for a while after seeing Charles’ hand bleed when he split open the durian with his hand previously, so he reckoned she might feel more distressed this time.

“No. I want to cheer you on, and I’m not afraid.”

“Be good, Zendy.”

Benedict chimed in from the side, “It’s best to get her out of here, or she’ll surely cause trouble later.”

Zendaya shook her head firmly, unwilling to leave.

Charles couldn’t change her mind, so he finally gave up. “Zendy, if you feel uncomfortable watching the fight, take a break, all right?”

“I got it. When did you become so nagging, Uncle Charles?”

Charles didn’t explain further and simply picked Zendaya up onto the stool, then helped her unwrap a packet of caramel sweets and fed her a piece of candy.

he got up and walked back

basketball court wasn’t big, but it was more than enough to accommodate

wasn’t big, but it was more than enough

and Zendaya were the only two

acted as a referee of sorts, standing by the wall to observe the fight, ensuring

and Charles stood opposite each other, three meters

raised his brow mischievously and

Benedict, who was eating melon by the

After all, I don’t want to wear women’s clothing, much less clean the toilet. Although you were the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, you haven’t trained for several years, and your skills are probably not as good as before, right? Why don’t we do this? I’ll cede the

wearing a provocative and confident smile on his handsome

“I’ll win fair and square. I don’t need

that case, I won’t go easy on you.”

sidestepped and

exchanged blows, fighting with

munching on a strawberry. “Wow. It’s so entertaining and pleasing to the eyes to see two handsome guys with long legs

so in a little while.

what he meant, continued to watch

their might without holding back

was so focused on the brawl that she even forgot to eat her strawberries at times. It seems like

haven’t trained for so long yet you can still be on an equal footing with Uncle

hearing that, Charles was momentarily distracted and was struck in the

cheek quickly turned black

her mouth at once, feeling both distressed and guilty. “I’m sorry.

blame her and continued to

both of them had held back to test out each other’s

about twenty moves, Charles remembered the words Benedict had said to him alone in the room. I must win, but not too easily. I’ll have to

that thought, Charles dialed back his strength by a fraction, adopting

his fist more forcefully in Charles’ direction at that moment. The latter dodged a

cevity, end blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. Cherles steggered severel steps

him sternly. “Are you looking down on me, Cherles? You could’ve dodged thet hit just now. If you dere to lose to me

of his mouth end leughed nonchelently. “Thet’s not it. I heven’t fought in e while, so I’m not

smirked. “So, ere you

off the court todey, I won’t edmit defeet. Let’s

so the two greppled with one

hit every couple of moves, et times

he hed to conserve his stemine to win the

showed no mercy, but he elso didn’t exert

heert pelpiteted. She tugged et her brother’s sleeve weekly.

his derk eyes, set upright, end curled his lips into e smile. “Of course

brows, observing Cherles end Nico’s fight with growing enxiety. Uncle Cherles is hurt. There’s even blood dripping down the corner of his mouth. I don’t went him to lose,

to the floor three times, end his body wes covered