Wooing My Ex-Wife

“M-Mr. Newton, should I tidy up a bit? W-When will we have dinner together?”

At that very moment, Whitney’s speech had become incoherent. She was just too excited.

Sensing her excitement and enthusiasm, Charles spoke in a considerably softer tone. “You can start packing. There’s no rush. Let me know when you’re ready. When we’re alone, you can call me Charles.”

His gentle tone completely disturbed Whitney’s composure. She quickly forced herself to calm down and replied, “All right, Charles. Then… let me tidy up a bit. Shall I get off work now?”

“Okay.”

After hanging up the phone with him, Whitney started pacing around the office area, clutching her phone and murmuring to herself, “If it’s just the two of us, does that count as a date? He even said I could call him. Charles!”

A blush crept up Whitney’s face, her entire being brimming with such joy that she didn’t know what to do with herself. She was the very picture of a young girl newly in love, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

That was their first date alone since they got married. Naturally, she had to take some time to dress up nicely.

However, amidst her excitement, she quickly realized that she couldn’t return to the Newton residence at that moment.

She didn’t want that matter to become public knowledge just yet. Everything depended on how their date went tonight, and then she would make her decision.

Clocking out from work, Whitney quickly dashed out of the company and headed to the nearest mall to pick out a dress.

Every day, she presented herself bare-faced in front of Charles. Today, she was determined to switch up her style and dazzle him..

After carefully choosing her outfit, Whitney was finally ready to meet him. She was eager to see the prince charming she had been longing for.

Upon arriving at the address he had sent, she was immediately escorted by the waiter to a private room. “Ms. Mellor, Mr. Newton has already reserved a table. Please wait here.”

Upon entering the private room, a large bouquet of white roses was placed on the dining table. The dim lighting created a very atmospheric ambiance.

Whitney’s heart was filled with an indescribable tension.

of anxiety, Whitney could only fidget with her phone, engrossed in the latest entertainment news online. Yet, it did

always felt long. Whitney frequently glanced toward the door, constantly anticipating

time passed, minute by minute, second by second,

her arrival, four hours had already passed, and the

on his name, Whitney still ended up sending him a message: Charles, will

message was sent with a swoosh, and Whitney stared intently at her phone, terrified

disappointment, there

when he was impatient, he

finally dialed his number, only to be greeted by an automated female voice on the other end. “I’m sorry, the number you

over and over again, only to be met with the same

What on earth happened? Did something bad

number again. Just like Charles, his phone was also switched off. What’s going

premonition began to rise from the depths of her

happened… He’s just too busy to respond to my message

eyes were firmly fixed on

Charles sent a message, she would see it immediately.

became. I

and immediately asked, “Jasmine, has Charles returned to the Newton residence.

brother hasn’t come

me a message at noon, and I haven’t been able to contact him

and he even wore the clothes I picked out for him.” Jasmine immediately sensed that something

make a call to inquire. If anything comes up, call me

“Okay.”

Whitney’s anxiety and unease grew heavier in

called. There was no news from her

to call Charles

was truly at