Wooing My Ex-Wife

The sound of splashing water echoed from the bathroom. Whitney shed her grimy dress and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the fatigue and unhappiness of her day.

She lazily leaned against the bathtub, unintentionally catching sight of his bathrobe left at home. We could have spent tonight in sheer joy.

In no time at all, a thick mist rose within the bathroom, veiling the expression on her face.

After taking a bath, Whitney came out wearing his bathrobe, threw herself onto the bed, and greedily inhaled the scent of his pillow.

The pillow seemed to still carry the scent of Charles.

She stared at the ceiling, wanting to sleep and forget her troubles. However, sleep cluded her.

She had grown accustomed to the presence of Charles by her side, accustomed to falling asleep to the sound of his breathing, accustomed to his embrace, his chest.

Now, the night was far too quiet.

In the end, it was only as dawn was breaking that she finally managed to fall asleep.

The alarm rang in the early morning, and Whitney instantly sat up in bed. She quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs as if someone was urging her to get things done.

“Whitney…

Before Jasmine could finish her sentence, Whitney had already run out of the Newton residence.

It seemed that when she got busy, she wouldn’t dwell on the things that made her unhappy.

After squeezing onto the subway and rushing for the bus, she finally managed to clock in for work before nine.

Whitney arrived at her desk, panting heavily. Suddenly, she realized that with Charles gone now, there was no one to assign her tasks.

Her position was Charles’ personal assistant, a role distinct from other assistants.

Getting up, she went to Charles’ office. As usual, she watered the plants in the office and tidied up the things on his desk.

There were still open files on his desk, which could prove that his departure was abrupt, as Charles had always been a person who loved to organize and tidy up

elevator down from the top floor.

also started to

she leave so early today? It seems like I haven’t seen Mr Newton since

is never short of women, let alone capable ones. For someone like her to

Whitney paused slightly, her

she heard in her mind. Indeed, they’re right. If I possess abilities like Gwendolyn, I can lend him a hand, and he won’t have to fight alone. A year can pass very quickly, and I’m not confident that I can make Charles fall in love with me within this period. Even if we become strangers in the future, I won’t blame him. I will only blame myself for not being capable enough to stand by his side.

around for a long time, Whitney realized that aside from

she returned, she happened to run into Jasmine having her meal.

so early, Jasmine quickly greeted her warmly. “Whitney, you’re back! Is work not too busy? Come and join us for a meal. Today, I asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite food…”

as if she hadn’t seen Jasmine at all

sighed softly. “Ah. better hurry back. Otherwise, Whitney might just

her room. Whitney sat blankly at her desk, which was filled with books that

before bed, Charles would

up the book on top and started reading.

few pages,

things she couldn’t understand, a plethora of

“This…”

give up, turning the pages of another book. Yet, the other books were

reality could be

was well aware of the differences between them, she never imagined that the gap would be so

we really are from different

finance book with

day for news from Charles.

if she was worried, she dared not to disturb him

Knock Knock Knock!

Jasmine asked, “Whitney, are you okay? Would you like to go out and clear your mind? I know a

herself in her room, only coming out to eat. She didn’t talk to anyone, and Jasmine was genuinely worried that something

Squeak.

swung open from the inside, and Whitney managed to squeeze out a smile. “I’m fine, Jasmine. I’ll go for a stroll in a bit. You go ahead with your work if you have

how could

you out for some fun. It’ll be good