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.

he would neither spend the night in the bedroom

can sleep on the bed, Mr. Newton. I’m not

He was a little displeased, but he did not say anything in the end.

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

taking a

finished the task at hand, saved it, and turned off the laptop. Then, she

done making the couch, Charles finished

Newton. I prefer to sleep on the couch,

at her

one is arguing with you. This room is mine, so I can sleep

found him

couch during the days you were not in the room. I didn’t touch the bed,

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

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

from him. She got cold feet and lowered

eyes, he seemed like

the room the past few

face turned slightly pale. “No, I’m

Do you really like to

calming herself down, Whitney looked up slightly and met his probing eyes.

while his jaw is still dripping with water from his shower. He

used to sleeping

fact that they got so close physically that night made her so nervous that her

he even called me “Darling” during dinner

did not know what she was thinking, but he

like me so much that she becomes giddy as soon as I

adorable, Charles felt his mood improve a

that Whitney was interesting even though he did not like her and only treated her as a tool to

and wrapped his

the couch. Their

“Mr. Newton?”

flustered by his

as she panicked. Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was facing the bed