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.

in the bedroom that day nor take the initiative to talk to

on the bed, Mr. Newton. I’m

knitted his brows. He was a little displeased, but he

that, he took off his expensive suit and entered the bathroom. The sound of

taking a

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

making the

Mr. Newton. I prefer to sleep on the couch, so don’t argue with me

not even look at her

“No one is arguing with you. This room is mine, so I can sleep wherever I want. You’ll

found him

the room. I didn’t touch the bed, so it’s clean. You

soft bed probably never expected that it would be disliked by people one day, whereas

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

could feel the intimidating vibe from him. She

eyes, he seemed like he was trying to see through

mad at me for not returning to the room the past few days? Are you

turned slightly pale. “No,

then? Do you really like to sleep on

slightly and met his probing eyes. She was so

short hair is still half-wet, while his jaw is still dripping with water from

to sleeping

few days, so the fact that they

called me “Darling” during dinner

did not know what she was thinking, but he noticed that her ears, neck, and cheeks were turning

much that she becomes giddy as soon as I get

her response adorable, Charles felt his mood improve

Whitney was interesting even though he did not like her and only treated her

go of her chin and wrapped his other arm around

force with his arm, he lifted her off the couch.

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by his

shoulders, he turned her around so