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.

inside, and Whitney quickly followed

party was scheduled for half eight, leaving two

Charles’s private property. Whenever he didn’t return to

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

in front

gave Isaac a

“Take Ms. Mellor to try on the

was merely Charles’ female companion, not his wife, so Isaac adjusted his form of address

room, allowing them

Miss, this gown seems to have been tailor-made just for you. Look at your figure! It’s absolutely perfect,” one of the attendants

at her reflection in the mirror, Whitney was

her in the mirror?

and her fishtail dress perfectly showcased her figure, accentuating her

yet it exuded a

moment while we do your makeup.”

of the

naturally fair

makeup artist worked on her, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Your natural beauty is simply stunning. If you’re not

and was still

couldn’t help but stifle a

a round of makeup, Whitney finally

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

room, the several bodyguards outside, including Isaac, were

waves, elegantly draped over her left shoulder. The light pink lipstick and curled eyelashes made her look

down his financial magazine, and in his usually calm and collected azure eyes, there was a rare flash of astonishment.

glued to Whitney, Charles

ushered the others out of the room.

Whitney stood nervously in front of

a long silence, during which he didn’t utter a word,

awkwardly touched the tip of his