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.

inside, and Whitney

was scheduled for half eight, leaving two

Whenever he didn’t return to the

shades of grey and white, giving off at strong

placed in front

and Charles gave Isaac a subtle look.

said to the newcomers. “Take Ms. Mellor to try

presence of strangers, she was merely Charles’ female companion, not his wife, so Isaac

into another room, allowing them to

just for you. Look at your figure! It’s absolutely perfect,” one of the attendants

at her reflection in the mirror, Whitney was momentarily

that really her in the mirror?

golden hair cascaded down freely, and her fishtail dress perfectly showcased her figure, accentuating

by makeup, yet

moment while we do your makeup.”

sit in front of the vanity, where makeup

naturally fair

simply stunning. If you’re not breathtaking after

just returned from abroad and was still a bit awkward

but stifle a laugh.

round of makeup, Whitney finally

bit unsteady on her feet. She

of the room, the several bodyguards

waves, elegantly draped over her left shoulder. The light pink lipstick and curled eyelashes made her look even more

his usually calm and collected azure eyes, there was

the men who had their eyes glued to Whitney, Charles tossed his magazine

the others out of the

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

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

tip of