Wooing My Ex-Wife

Whitney was inherently timid, and with that being her first time attending such an event, she was simply out of her element. Unable to help herself, her hand on Charles’ arm tightened.

However, out of basic courtesy, she still inclined her head at Tristan with a smile.

Seeing the man’s gaze lingering on Whitney, Charles wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. His indifferent voice carried an innate sense of authority. “Mr. Lowe, it seems our companies are not compatible. Let’s not waste each other’s time in the future. Goodbye.”

After he had said that, he took Whitney to another part of the banquet hall and called Isaac.

“Terminate all collaboration with Lowe Group.”

Terminate all collaboration?

Hearing that, Whitney was utterly shocked.

Is he terminating all collaboration with Lowe Group just because Mr. Lowe looked at me lasciviously? But to my knowledge, Lowe Group and Newton Group have always been on good terms. Wouldn’t such a sudden decision bring losses to the company?

She surreptitiously lifted her head and glanced at Charles, calling out tentatively. “Mr. Newton…”

He lowered his gaze to meet hers, his cold eyes never once softening.

Seemingly noticing her dilemma and confusion, Charles patiently explained for once. “Today, you are my companion. The fact that the man dared to look at you in such a manner in front of me makes it clear that he doesn’t respect me. Such a person is not worthy of collaborating with Newton Group.”

In other words, he was merely using Tristan to establish his dominance.

Even so, warmth suffused Whitney.

She gave a slight nod and whispered, “Thank you, Charles.”

This time, she didn’t address him as Mr. Newton but placed them on equal footing as friends.

Upon hearing the change in address, Charles lifted his gaze but said nothing. He continued to lead her further in.

The music at the charity gala suddenly changed, transitioning from slow and relaxed to sultry dance music.

Whitney’s body stiffened at once. There would be dancing at such galas usually, but having grown up in the mountains, she was wholly clueless about the dance steps.

grip on his

and there were many etiquettes she didn’t understand. He patiently explained them to her without

“I’m here.”

to be a soothing balm, easing Whitney’s

walked in further, increasingly more people there

business standing, she didn’t want to be a constant hindrance by his side. Thus, she took the initiative to suggest, “Um… I think I’ll wait for you at the side. You get busy with your work

such a large-scale business gala was generally the best opportunity.

quite understand what they were saying, so it might be better

“Wait here for me.

worry, Mr. Newton.”

a sweet smile.

turned around

Phew!

when his figure gradually receded into the distance did Whitney dare

wearing high heels, planning to find a place to lean.

assist you with anything,

to the ear, and Whitney looked up

blond hair and emerald eyes, evident

their similar appearances. She demurred smilingly.

she took a few steps away, putting

by either a female or male companion. The man looked like a playboy, and

Instead, he went after

lady waiting for him. Waiting is boring. Since fate had us meet,

hollered,

his fingers. Immediately, a waiter came over with a glass of wine and handed

for Whitney to refuse him, so she clinked

the long table and said, “I have something to attend to, so I’ll be leaving

the

Charles, who was conversing with a business partner in the distance, and warned in a low voice, “Please

forcefully pulled her toward him, closing the

keep waiting for someone in such a wonderful atmosphere, pretty? Our fortuitous

gaze wandered up and