Wooing My Ex-Wife

“Honestly, what was I expecting?” Whitney muttered. The higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment. I know that…

She sighed and glanced at the milk next to her hand. Recalling how Charles had said not to waste it, she picked it up and drank it all as though she was downing a glass of wine.

Unlike alcohol, unfortunately, milk had no effect on dulling one’s emotions and relieving one’s sorrows.

After finishing her work and turning off her computer, she returned to the bedroom. Coincidentally, Charles had just finished taking a shower. He had his bathrobe wrapped tightly around him, his short hair still wet and dripping with water.

Their eyes met as they bumped into each other by the bathroom door, and she stared at his face in stunned silence.

Having just emerged from the steamy bathroom, Charles appeared significantly gentler and refreshed.

The combination of the water droplets on his face from the shower and his damp hair added a particularly devilish and charming look to his exquisitely handsome face.

A blush crept over her cheeks as she gazed at him. He’s truly… too attractive and sexy… Who could possibly resist a gorgeous man like that… might I add, who just stepped out of the shower?

She dropped her gaze and lowered her head to stare at her feet, stopping herself from having dirty thoughts about his naked body underneath the bathrobe.

“That… I’ve already typed up the contract as you instructed and saved it on the computer’s desktop. You can check it whenever you have the time. I did go through it before turning off the computer, so there shouldn’t be any typos,” she said, desperately trying to think of something to say to alleviate the feeling of embarrassment and awkwardness in her heart.

Charles murmured an acknowledgment, his expression unbelievably calm. He showed zero intention of actually going to review her work or praising her for knowing to check her work before turning off the computer to reduce the chances of error.

“Go get a blanket and some pillows to make up the couch. I want to rest after drying my hair.”

“O-Okay.”

She walked past him to the closet, took out a blanket and pillows from the wardrobe, then made up the couch quickly and skillfully.

whether to call him to come over and rest or take preemptive measures and sleep on the couch herself, worrying that he would wake up in a foul mood the following morning from having to curl up his legs on the

blanket when a well-built figure

was happening, Charles had settled

stared at him wordlessly. That

her after a few seconds. “Why are you just standing there in front

to say it so bluntly? After a brief silence, she replied, “You’re reading too

you still standing there? Get on with what you have to do. Don’t stand there and be an

loss for words, Whitney could only turn around and go

sound of a child giggling filled

woken up full of energy and was gamboling all over the bed. She even pretended

her put on a pair of pants. However, she could not catch the energetic little girl

preparing breakfast, Cedrick went upstairs and was greeted immediately by

he said sternly, “Stop that, Zendaya. You’ll make my wife tired if you continue

stopped running. Then, she corrected him in a small voice, saying, “She’s my

have a wife first, you’d still be a little ‘tadpole’ wandering around somewhere,” he responded,

She merely thought he was trying to pull a fast one on her. “I’m not a tadpole. I’m way bigger than a tadpole.

took a trench coat from the coat stand and personally helped Gwendolyn into it. “The weather is cooler today. Be careful not to catch a cold when you

and attentiveness, she stifled a laugh and said teasingly, “You’re a grown man. Why are you still competing with your own

No one can take you away from me,” came his reply. Not even

He was obstinate.

you unhappy that our whole family sleeps together every night?”

It’s time we sent them to sleep in their own rooms. Don’t help them with things like getting dressed. Let them do it themselves. We must let them do the things within

is, they’re not allowed to

she pulled up her pants herself in dissatisfaction, snorted angrily, and said in

“Hurry up and put that on by yourself. Your mother spoils you. If it were up to me, you’d be going down to breakfast with a

worst!” Even though Zendaya continued

she dawdled, Benedict quietly dressed himself. That made him appear particularly well-behaved