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 quickly followed

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

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

shades of grey and white,

with the two sets of clothes from earlier placed in front of him. Apart from Isaac,

approached, and Charles gave Isaac a

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

female companion, not his wife, so Isaac adjusted his form of

Whitney followed the group into another room, allowing them to

have been tailor-made just for you. Look at your figure! It’s absolutely perfect,”

the mirror, Whitney was momentarily stunned.

her in the mirror?

fishtail dress perfectly showcased her figure, accentuating

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

a moment while we do

front of the vanity, where makeup was

was naturally fair and smooth.

natural beauty is simply stunning. If you’re not breathtaking after I’ve done your makeup, then I’ve seriously failed

just returned from abroad and was still

couldn’t help but

makeup, Whitney finally emerged from

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

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

gentle waves, elegantly draped over her left shoulder. The light pink lipstick and

calm and collected

who had their eyes glued to Whitney, Charles tossed his

others out of the

in front of Charles. His gaze composed, revealing little emotion.

word, Whitney couldn’t help but ask, “Is

touched the tip of his nose. “It’s not bad. Get ready;