Wooing My Ex-Wife

Inside the wooden box were two matching suits and dresses.

The overall color was silver, with a golden rose pattern embroidered next to the lapels of the men’s suit jacket, and the buttons were in the shape of roses, made from crystal.

The material of the suits emitted a faint silver glow under the lighting, and the human mannequin was also wearing a pair of golden-rimmed glasses, adding to the texture of the outfit.

Bob introduced, “Charlie, this suit is tailor-made for you. In my eyes, you’re like a thorny rose-tempting but dangerous. It makes people can’t help but want to get close to you. Have you seen the rose on the collar? It’s embroidered with golden thread on silver, and the overall material of this suit is top-notch.”

Amused by Bob’s description, Whitney stifled a smile.

It was her first time hearing a man being compared to a rose.

However, this metaphor actually suited Charles quite well. He was indeed a thorny rose-a lethal weapon hidden in plain sight.

Upon seeing the smile on Whitney’s face, Charles shot her a cold glance, causing her smile to vanish instantly.

Bob continued to focus on introducing another piece of clothing, a bareback fishtail gown.

The waist of the gown was woven with silver threads into a rose, and the collar button was adorned with a gemstone. The gown itself was also adorned with gemstones, emitting a sparkling light.

“I spent half a year completing this dress. If it weren’t for your request, I wouldn’t have entrusted my hard work to you,” Bob said, looking at the dress with eyes full of reluctance and sighing in sorrow.

Charles unexpectedly poured cold water on the situation, saying, “Isn’t it that you were tempted by the price I offered for these clothes, so you decided to take them out?”

This guy was clearly trying to act all innocent after getting a good deal.

Bob, having his intentions exposed, chuckled and had his staff bring out the outfits, saying, “Now these two pieces are yours.”

Charles nodded, and Isaac, who had been waiting outside with his team, came in to pack up the clothes.

Leaving the shopping district once again, the luxury car eventually stopped at a villa.

and Whitney quickly

six in the evening. The business party was scheduled

Charles’s private property. Whenever he didn’t return to the Newton family, het

of grey and white, giving off at

the two sets of clothes from earlier placed in front of him. Apart from Isaac, there were also

and Charles gave Isaac a subtle

immediately said to the newcomers. “Take Ms. Mellor

she was merely Charles’ female companion, not his wife, so

the group into another room, allowing them to help her on the clothes.

have been tailor-made just for you. Look at your figure! It’s absolutely perfect,” one of

her reflection in the mirror, Whitney was momentarily

really her

fishtail dress perfectly showcased her

untouched by makeup, yet it

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front of the vanity, where makeup was applied to her face.

skin was naturally fair

she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Your natural beauty is simply stunning. If you’re not breathtaking after I’ve done your makeup, then I’ve seriously

artist had just returned from abroad and was still a bit awkward when

but stifle

of makeup, Whitney finally emerged from the

shoes, which made her a bit unsteady on her feet. She had to take small, cautious

out of the room, the several bodyguards outside, including

gentle waves, elegantly draped over her left shoulder. The light pink

put down his financial magazine, and in his usually calm and collected azure

who had their eyes glued to Whitney, Charles tossed his magazine aside, and the noise recaptured Isaac’s attention.

the others out of

living room, Whitney stood nervously in front of Charles. His gaze composed, revealing little emotion.

utter a word, Whitney couldn’t help but ask, “Is

the tip of his