All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back: Chapter 811 - Chapter 820

Griffith, of course, couldn't act, and his goal wasn't to accompany her in acting. He withdrew his hand, saying, "Your practical experience is in vain. Are you brave enough to face the camera?"Charlotte felt disheartened. Being able to take selfies was already a challenge for her."What you need to do now is face the camera," he said."It's easier said than done.""I'll record some daily scenes for you. Interested?"Charlotte thought he wouldn't be this kind. "Daily scenes?""Yes."Charlotte considered for a moment, took out her character profiles from the day, and showed them to him. "How about I record a personal introduction?""Sure." He nodded.Charlotte licked her lips, feeling a bit nervous. She tidied her hair and glanced at her sleepwear."Then I...""Go change your clothes," Griffith said.Charlotte nodded and quickly thought about which outfit to choose.Griffith already had the perfect outfit in his mind, saying, "The ivory white dress."Charlotte had been wea

On the single sofa, the man held the woman, his chin resting on her shoulder."Have you ever taken any fashion styling classes?" he suddenly asked her.Without her 'peach skin,' Charlotte felt a bit chilly at her cuffs. She hugged herself tightly and, upon hearing his question, wrinkled her nose and turned her head to give him a sidelong glance."I have!" she replied."But your sense of color coordination is still poor," he remarked.Everything about beauty was her specialty. How dare he question her!She turned to face him and interrogated, "I have poor color coordination?""Indeed," he confirmed.She took a deep breath. "Do enlighten me!"She wanted to see what nonsense he would come up with.With a thoughtful look, Griffith suddenly glanced at something on the large sofa. "It’s red," he said.Charlotte paused.He inspected her white dress once again and continued, "Red and white look good together, but your red is not deep enough. It looks bad."Who would be able to see

"Griffith...""Don't be afraid."Click!Flash after flash, he took pictures a dozen or more consecutive times. Frontal shots, side profiles, shots of her hugging herself, shots with her hands covering her face—each one perfectly satisfying Griffith's particular taste for mischief.He wanted her to lie down, kneel, and sit at the end of the bed. He took shots from various angles, at least a hundred in total. If she refused to cooperate, he arranged her posture himself. He was so persistent that Charlotte gave in and followed his instructions, afraid that he would take any inappropriate pictures of her. She adjusted her expressions and movements, hoping that he would capture normal-looking photos, not ones with a retro filter tinted yellow.The most thrilling photo was when he walked to the end of the bed and asked her to come over to see the pictures. Wrapped in a blanket, Charlotte, full of caution, crawled over to him.As expected, she fell for the trick. He lifted her chin, for

Griffith, seemingly with eyes on the back of his head, endured a few hits from her. Sensing that she was about to kick him in the lower back again, he reached behind and caught her foot, pulling her in front of him."Men's lower backs shouldn't be kicked like that."But she didn't care and kicked anyway. She even thought about biting him a couple of times.Griffith restrained her, saying, "Am I not your teacher? I'm teaching you valuable knowledge and helping you overcome psychological barriers. Why are you scolding me?"Charlotte clapped her hands on his face, locking eyes with him. Through gritted teeth, she said, "You're shameless. I can't find words to describe you. Griffith, I’m simply blown away.""Because you’re so impressed with the amazing job I’ve done?"She was left speechless. Indeed, a shameless man fears nothing. She was furious. In her mind, she built a plan and decided to use her wit against him."I'll get angry if you continue like this.""Like what?"She cros

Charlotte had a relaxed schedule, and the courses booked for her by the organization were scattered. She had the freedom to plan most of her activities, focusing on sightseeing and learning.Going to Belzum was within her plans, but not for tomorrow. She added it to her agenda only to tease Griffith."Which university in Belzum offers your major?" Griffith asked her.Charlotte walked toward the bed with her hands behind her back and replied, "Who said I'm going to class? I'm here for sightseeing. Isn’t that fine?""Then change your itinerary.""No."Griffith fell into contemplation.Charlotte knew that he had some important matters to attend to in Pueve City, at least tomorrow. Seeing him silent, she turned toward him."Hey, why are you still sitting there?" Griffith glanced at her.She pointed in the direction of the door. "Please leave.""I'll sleep here tonight."Charlotte clicked her tongue, imitating his tone with a strange accent, "I'll sleep here tonight… Dream on!"