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.

worrying that he would wake up in a foul mood the following morning from having to curl

the blanket when a well-built figure walked over and

what was happening, Charles had settled onto the couch in an elegantly

she stared

his phone before looking at her after a few seconds. “Why are you just

a

what you have to do. Don’t

could only turn around

of a child giggling

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

of the bed, wanting to help her put on a pair of pants. However, she could not catch

went upstairs and was greeted immediately by the

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

girl was afraid of him, so she pouted and stopped running. Then, she corrected him in a small voice, saying, “She’s my mommy first before

be a

to pull a fast one on her. “I’m not a tadpole. I’m way bigger than

her, Cedrick took a trench coat from the coat stand and personally helped Gwendolyn into it. “The weather is

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

one can take you away from me,” came his reply. Not even

He was obstinate.

family sleeps together every night?” she

old already. 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 their capabilities so that they

to hog my

her pants herself in dissatisfaction, snorted angrily, and said in an accusing tone, “You’re a

cream-colored coat at her, which happened to drape over her head. “Hurry up and put that on by yourself. Your mother spoils you. If it were up to me, you’d be going

though Zendaya continued grumbling softly, she still put on her

dressed himself. That made him appear