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.

company there has run into some trouble, and nobody knows when he’ll be able to return. It’s been three days since I last heard

“Don’t worry. Harris Group also

is too chaotic.”

wrapping her arm around the latter’s shoulders to

it’s a good thing he’s not contacting you. What if his people over there find something out? He’d be worried too, wouldn’t he? Aren’t there times when no

it was

right now, she’d probably already have flown over to find him.

suggested, “If you really can’t stop worrying. go

“But… What if he doesn’t want

for her, nor did

me know once you’ve made up your mind. I can arrange a private jet for you. In any case, take your time and think it over. I need to get back to my meeting now. Remember… Life

that, Gwendolyn walked away, leaving Whitney rather tempted by

Chanaca… Even by plane, the travel would take more than

more Whitney thought about her seeing Charles, the more

Whitney absentmindedly ate her food and left the

and the latter arrived pretty

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

Whitney’s mood was no longer as bad as before.

someone I want

Whitney suddenly interrupted, her expression serious and determined. “I want to go find harm What do

Him?

fervently. “Are you going to Muprary? I support you! Do you need to book a flight I can arrange for someone

stronger reaction ze this than met That said I do feel a lot more confident than before because of

keep this matter confidential,”

that, Jasmine gave her a knowing look. “Don’t worry. I won’t utter a single word” she said cheerily. “Remember to smack Charles for me once

to the Newton residence, and Whitney began packing

eleven in the morning in

a while before someone on the

asked, his voice so deep that Whitney felt a

you tell me where you guys are? I want to go

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

busy negotiating with the local bigwigs recently. Even if