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

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

return to the Newton family, het would stay here.

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

from earlier placed in front of him. Apart from

gave

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

female companion, not

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

to have been tailor-made just for you. Look at your

the mirror, Whitney was momentarily stunned.

her

and her fishtail dress perfectly showcased her figure, accentuating

by makeup, yet it

a moment while we do your makeup.”

to sit in front of the vanity, where makeup was

skin was naturally fair and

stunning. If you’re not breathtaking after I’ve done your

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

help but

a round of makeup, Whitney finally emerged from

wearing seven-centimeter high-heeled shoes, which made her a bit unsteady on her feet. She

room, the several

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

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

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

the others out of the

in front of Charles. His

silence, during which he didn’t utter a word, Whitney couldn’t

tip of his nose. “It’s not bad. Get