Wooing My Ex-Wife

Whitney had never thought that Charles would address her by such a term of endearment.

She was stunned for a while. It was not until Charles pinched the back of her hand and exerted more force to bring her to her senses that she snapped out of her fantasy.

“I’m not mad at you, but you’ve caused Lucas and Jasmine to misunderstand, so I should really punish you,” Whitney whined.

Although she knew that it was an act, she could not miss the chance to indulge in his gentleness, even if it was just for a short while.

She gently tugged the back of his hand with a bright and playful smile.

The atmosphere between the young couple was somewhat ambiguous.

Lucas clicked his tongue and shook his head before looking at Jasmine and saying, “Look at them. Their public display of affection is blinding.”

Jasmine took advantage of the opportunity to talk about his marriage. “Lucas, when are you going to bring home a wife? Even Charles is married now. You won’t still be single by the time Whitney has kids, will you?”

Lucas was rendered speechless.

He placed a drumstick onto Jasmine’s plate. “Just eat your food. Stay out of my business.”

At the same time, Whitney blushed slightly in embarrassment at the mention of kids.

Charles maintained a neutral expression for the rest of the meal. After retracting his hand, he focused on his meal and said nothing further.

After the meal, he went to his study.

Meanwhile, Whitney was working at the coffee table in the bedroom to deal with the work left behind during her time off last time.

After she worked for two hours, the door of the bedroom opened slowly.

Charles was pulling his tie with one hand in a leisurely manner with an unmistakable look of exhaustion in his eyes.

He glanced at Whitney, who was sitting on the couch. As he threw the tie he took off on the coat rack, he said flatly, “Make the couch. I’m tired.”

Whitney stared at him in astonishment for a moment.

thought that he would neither spend the night in the bedroom that day

bed, Mr. Newton. I’m not done with my

He was a little displeased, but he

off his expensive suit and entered the bathroom. The sound of

was taking a

quickly finished the task at hand, saved it, and turned off the laptop. Then, she went to the cabinet to get a quilt to

making the

couch is too small. It’s not suitable for someone your height, Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the couch, so don’t argue

did not even look at her as he

This room is mine, so I can sleep wherever

him

been sleeping on the couch during the days you were not in the room. I didn’t touch the bed, so it’s clean. You

never expected that it would be disliked by people one day, whereas the small and narrow couch had become everyone’s favorite at that

his gaze on Whitney’s face. He tossed his towel to one side after wiping his

from him. She got cold feet and lowered her

bent over slowly and pinched her chin. Narrowing his eyes, he seemed

for not returning to the room the past few days? Are you throwing a tantrum

face turned slightly pale.

you dare look at me, then? Do

herself down, Whitney looked up slightly and met his probing eyes. She was so fazed by his attractiveness that she subconsciously

while his jaw is still dripping with water from his

I’m used to sleeping on

kept fluttering. She had not seen Charles for a few days, so the fact that they got so close physically

he even called me “Darling” during dinner

he noticed that her

becomes giddy as soon as I get

Charles felt his mood

not like her and only treated her as a tool to

go of her chin and wrapped

off the couch. Their bodies

“Mr. Newton?”

was flustered by his

her shoulders, he turned