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.

Whitney quickly followed

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

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

design of the villa was predominantly in shades of grey and white, giving

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

and Charles gave

newcomers. “Take Ms. Mellor to try on the outfits.”

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

allowing

you. Look at

reflection in the mirror, Whitney was momentarily stunned.

really her in

fishtail dress perfectly showcased

face was untouched by makeup, yet it exuded

while

was pulled to sit in front of the vanity, where makeup was applied to her

skin was naturally fair and smooth.

beauty is simply stunning. If you’re

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

but stifle

a round of makeup, Whitney finally emerged

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

came out of the room, the several bodyguards outside, including Isaac, were all wide-eyed.

left shoulder. The light pink lipstick and curled eyelashes made her look even more like

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

Charles tossed his

ushered the others

the living room, Whitney stood nervously in front of Charles. His gaze composed,

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

the tip of his nose. “It’s not