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.

walked inside, and Whitney

six in the evening. The business party was scheduled for half eight, leaving two hours

Charles’s private property. Whenever he didn’t return to

white, giving off at strong sense of detachment as soon as one entered.

of clothes from earlier placed in front of

Charles gave

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

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

group into another room, allowing them to help her

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

in the mirror, Whitney was momentarily stunned.

her in the mirror?

cascaded down freely, and her fishtail dress

untouched by makeup, yet it exuded

wait a moment while we do your

to sit in front of the vanity,

skin was naturally

but exclaim, “Your natural beauty is simply stunning. If

abroad and was still a bit awkward when speakin Chanaran.

help but stifle

makeup, Whitney finally emerged from the room.

was wearing seven-centimeter high-heeled shoes, which made her a bit unsteady on

out of the room, the several bodyguards

draped over her left shoulder. The light pink lipstick and curled eyelashes made her

magazine, and in his usually calm and collected azure eyes,

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

the others out of the room.

in front of Charles. His gaze

utter a word,

cleared his throat and awkwardly touched the tip of his nose. “It’s not