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 quickly

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

private property. Whenever he didn’t return to the

of the villa was predominantly in shades of grey and white, giving off at strong sense of detachment

sets of clothes from earlier placed in front of him. Apart from Isaac, there were also several unfamiliar faces standing before him.

Charles gave Isaac a

Ms. Mellor to

Charles’ female companion, not his wife, so Isaac adjusted

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

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

at her reflection in the mirror, Whitney

that really her in the

hair cascaded down freely, and her fishtail dress perfectly

was untouched by makeup, yet it exuded a unique charm.

wait a moment while we

in front of the vanity, where makeup was

was naturally

she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Your natural beauty is simply stunning.

from abroad and was still a

help but stifle

a round of makeup, Whitney finally emerged from

bit unsteady on

she came out of the room, the several bodyguards outside, including Isaac, were all

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

financial magazine, and in his usually calm and collected azure eyes, there was

Whitney, Charles tossed his magazine aside, and the noise recaptured

ushered the others out of the room.

in front of Charles. His gaze composed,

a long silence, during which he didn’t utter a word, Whitney couldn’t help but ask, “Is

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