The Ex and Her Riches

Gwendolyn believed what she said was beyond reproachable and highly reasonable.

She figured Cedrick, as a member of the wealthy and conservative Jenson family and the current head of the household, naturally placed great faith in such superstitions.Wearing a sincere look, she waited quietly for Cedrick’s response.

Cedrick, leaning back in his chair, wiped off the coffee stain on his lips, regaining his usual dignified poise.

“Ms. Harris, a priest once read my fortune as well. He told me I have a prosperous and resilient destiny which is particularly good at countering a jinxed destiny like yours. It seems we are a perfect match for one another.”

Gwendolyn was momentarily rendered speechless. She continued smiling, but rage was actually boiling within her.

While contemplating whether she should utter the phrase “To h*ll with you!” at him, she gritted her teeth and spoke with a sweet voice. “What a coincidence!”

Cedrick nodded slightly, but he put down the coffee, not daring to take another sip.

Gwendolyn was reluctant to leave without accomplishing her goal, so she made up a worse excuse. “To be honest, I’m sure my father lied to you about something. During one intimate session with my ex-husband, I accidentally passed out and was admitted to the hospital. The doctor mentioned my health was poor and that I was infertile. I probably won’t be able to carry any children in this lifetime. My ex-husband divorced me because he disdained my inability to conceive.”

Cedrick, who was sitting with his back to her, discreetly took a deep breath.

He felt relieved that he hadn’t continued drinking the coffee and that he didn’t have a heart condition. Otherwise, he might suffer a heart attack on the spot.

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn kept up her pretense, adding in a regretful tone, “As the head of the household, it’s vital for you to ensure the continuity of your lineage, Mr. Jenson. I truly cannot contribute to the Jenson family in this respect. Therefore, we should annul this marriage. Otherwise, I would feel guilty for becoming the Jenson family’s undoing.” Not only is my destiny unfavorable, but I’m also infertile, and that implies a discordant sex life. Having said so much, he must be, at the very least, discontented, right?

Cedrick took some time to collect himself before replying hoarsely, “I’m not fond of children, so it’s fine if you can’t have children, Ms. Harris. I’m also swamped with work most of the time, so if you aren’t interested in engaging in intimate activities, we can abstain from doing it.”

Gwendolyn was stumped. Seriously? He’s able to endure all this? I’m not the only woman who can marry into the Jenson family, so why is he going to such lengths to trouble me?

favor of the marriage arrangement. So, did Old Mr. Jenson decide this marriage on his own, or were you

the decision, but

If he asks you to eat sh*t, will you do it too?

tolerated him as much as she could, and she just couldn’t bear it

Cedrick deeply disgusted her.

first impression of him was so negative that it

waste another breath talking to him. Gwendolyn got to her

call off this marriage. If you can fulfill my wish and support me in front of Old Mr. Jenson, I’ll owe you a favor. That way, we can still be friends in the future. That’s all I have to say. I’m leaving.” She glanced haughtily at the man leaning against the back of the

Cedrick never turned around.

about her having someone she

eyes gradually dimmed as the color drained

ahead as she exited the courtyard of

she arrived at the entrance, she caught sight of a figure dashing past her from the corner of her eyes, moving swiftly toward the back door. That looks like… Nico? But

it strange and was baffled by

hadn’t been drinking that day, so she couldn’t have

head around to look at the

mentioning that

her earlier, she wondered if Cedrick was Nico’s new

the rumor that the head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation wore a mask and was hideous. Perhaps

her. She was determined to call off the marriage

Cedrick quietly observed everything happening at the villa’s entrance with his pensive, dark

unknowingly looking up at the window of

the way upstairs. He nearly overshot when he

patted his chest, which was heaving due

advance. I nearly ran into

say a word. The atmosphere inside the room was

him. “Boss,

she has someone she likes.” His voice was soft, and the expression in his eyes was laced with

had thought that nearly dying for her once would earn him a