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

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

didn’t return to the Newton family, het would stay here.

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

placed in front of him. Apart

approached, and Charles gave Isaac a

Ms.

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

allowing them to help her on the clothes.

have been tailor-made just for you. Look

at her reflection in the mirror,

really her in

hair cascaded down freely, and her fishtail dress perfectly showcased her

makeup, yet it

while we do

sit in front of the vanity,

skin was naturally fair and

beauty is simply stunning. If you’re not breathtaking after

from abroad and was still a bit awkward when

but stifle

Whitney finally emerged from

was wearing seven-centimeter high-heeled shoes, which made her a bit unsteady on her feet. She had to take small, cautious

several bodyguards outside,

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

calm and

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

the others out of the room.

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

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

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