Wooing My Ex-Wife

Whitney shook her head as she stood and handed the ball to the boy. “Run along and play.”

The latter quickly gave Whitney a polite bow. “Thank you, miss. I wish you lots of happiness every day. I’m off to play now!”

With that, the little boy ran off, and to Whitney’s surprise, she felt her mood lift considerably. My, my. What a well-mannered boy he was!

Now that she was feeling much better, the woman spread her arms wide, feeling the breeze brushing against her face as she basked in the sun.

The next second, Whitney’s stomach let out an audible growl, and only then did she realize she hadn’t. eaten a single morsel of food since the night before.

Without further ado, she pulled out her phone to look up the nearby restaurants, and it didn’t take long before a particular name caught her eye-Fouad.

Wait a minute… I’ve accompanied Charles to this restaurant before for client meetings. Who knew I’d be back again? What a coincidence. Since I’m already in the area, I shall grab a meal here before leaving.

After realizing the restaurant wasn’t too far away, Whitney rented a public bike and cycled to her destination.

Upon entering the restaurant, she noticed it wasn’t very crowded, and the owner spotted her immediately. “Hello, Ms. Mellor. Are you here alone today, or are you waiting for someone?” he asked smilingly.

Charles was a VIP customer of Fouad and often had female companions by his side, so it was no surprise that the restaurant owner recognized Whitney at a glance.

“I’m on my own today. Don’t worry. You can tend to the other guests,” Whitney answered before picking. up the menu and sitting by the window, feeling somewhat dazed.

As it turned out, Gwendolyn was also in the restaurant meeting with a client, and she spotted Whitney as soon as the woman walked in.

Without further ado, Gwendolyn excused herself and strode over to Whitney.

“Whitney.”

Upon hearing the voice, Whitney looked up in surprise. “Gwendolyn, what brings you here?”

Gwendolyn curled her lips into a smile. “Oh, I just happened to be here to meet a client. How are you? Have you managed to get in touch with him?”

Alas, Whitney’s expression didn’t look all that good, which made Gwendolyn slightly worried.

trouble, and nobody knows when he’ll be able to return. It’s been three days since I last heard from

Gwendolyn pulled out a pack of tissues for her. “Don’t worry. Harris Group also has

Muprary is too

wrapping her arm around the

not contacting you. What if his people over there find something out? He’d

Gwendolyn knew what it was like to be plagued

probably already

really can’t stop worrying. go

What if he doesn’t

be sure of Charles’ feelings for her, nor did she dare to

once you’ve made up your mind. I can arrange a private jet for you. In any case, take your time and think it

walked away, leaving Whitney rather tempted

more than ten hours. Would Charles be surprised if I suddenly showed up? Would he

more Whitney thought about her seeing Charles, the more nervous she became.

matter weighing heavy on her mind, Whitney absentmindedly ate her

called Jasmine, and the latter arrived pretty

the passenger seat. “Get in. Whitney. I’ll take you somewhere fun. Just so you know, nobody has sat in my passenger seat before, but I’m willing to let you be

was no longer as bad as

someone I want to see, I should do it

Whitney suddenly interrupted, her expression serious and determined. “I want

Him?

she grasped what Whimey had meani Bubbling with excitement, she nodded fervently. “Are you going to Muprary? I support you! Do you need to book

knew Jasmine would have a stronger reaction ze this than met That said I do feel a lot more confident than before because of her affirmation. Its settled,

need for that, Jasmine. Please keep this matter confidential,” Whitney replied.

won’t utter a single word” she said cheerily. “Remember to smack Charles for

the two of them happily returned to the Newton residence, and Whitney began packing her

nine in the evening, which was eleven in the morning in Muprary,

someone on the other end finally

Isaac asked, his voice so deep that Whitney

are? I want to go see him.”

he heard that. “Mrs. Newton… A-Are you serious?” he blurted

with the local bigwigs recently. Even if Mrs. Newton were to drop