Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 699

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom of the Newton residence abruptly ceased, replaced by tranquil silence that permeated the air.

Wearing a loose-fitting, dark grey bathrobe, Charles stepped out of the bathroom, his muscular arms half raised to dry his hair that was dripping wet.

His exquisite blue eyes looked relaxed, his nose was fine and straight, and his lips made him look even more charming when he smiled. With his facial features, he looked like a prince from a foreign land.

The glistening water droplets on his body added to the captivating allure he exuded, enhancing his already charismatic presence.

Every time after a shower, Charles had the habit of enveloping himself tightly in a bathrobe, rather than simply using a towel to cover the lower half of his body.

It was not that he had a poor figure. Rather, it was because of the indelible scars that remained from the beatings and torture he had endured in the past.

Charles held such disdain for his own body that he avoided looking at it whenever possible. He would ensure he was fully clothed before facing the mirror. Even then, he would only focus on his face, deliberately avoiding any glimpse of the rest of his physique.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

It was the sound of an incoming text.

Charles lowered his gaze casually. At first, he was not the slightest bit fazed by the text, but the keywords caught his attention.

It was from an unknown number, but the text contained Whitney’s name.

Immediately, he picked up the phone to read the text.

It read: I heard you’re going out on a date with Whitney tomorrow, but do you really know that woman? She doesn’t deserve you. Come to Seduction Bar. I’ll show you how despicable she can be.

A frown creased Charles’ forehead as his expression darkened.

The tone of the text sounded familiar.

Jessamyn’s the only person who knows I took Whitney away from the restaurant during the day. Seduction Bar’s a place where wealthy people have fun. Why would Whitney be there?

Realizing things were not as simple as they seemed, Charles entered the walk-in closet, quickly changed into something appropriate, and drove to Seduction Bar.

When he reached the bar’s entrance, he spotted a slender figure standing under the neon lights.

It was Jessamyn.

A smug smile formed on her face when she noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting for you here. What do you think? Am I considerate enough?”

Charles eyed the woman coldly as he confronted her, saying, “Jessamyn, your attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like me and even look down on me. So why waste your time on me and bully a simple girl like Whitney?”

When he uttered the last sentence, his gaze and tone turned icy, revealing his deep displeasure.

“Who says I bullied her?” Jessamyn rolled her eyes arrogantly. “I’m here to have fun with my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney in there. You should be thanking me for helping you see her true colors.”

She did not deny the first part of Charles’ statement.

“Besides, I’ve only met you a few times. It’s only normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in the future after getting to know you more.”

She crossed her arms, playing with her freshly done nails from that afternoon, a smug expression adorning her face.

From a young age, Jessamyn had always held a sense of superiority, looking down on others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him to choose what she deemed as an inferior and foolish woman over her.

More importantly, her father had given her the order to win Charles over, for it would be a great help to the Cloud family’s business.

Besides, Charles was undeniably good-looking. His looks alone would be a sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend her days with him in the future.

Lost in her self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress his growing impatience.

He had no interest in engaging in an argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling within his heart if he allowed himself to engage further with her.

Had he been his old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with any semblance of gentlemanly behavior.

“Where’s Whitney? Bring me to her.”

After issuing the stern directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his way into Seduction Bar, leaving her behind.

Seeing that, Jessamyn quickly hurried along and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t think you’d be so decent.”

Charles chose not to dignify Jessamyn’s presence with a response. With an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected by her words or actions.