The Ex and Her Riches

Gwendolyn and Cedrick looked at each other and smiled. From the way they gazed at each other with looks of adoring love in their eyes, they truly resembled a young couple in their honeymoon phase.

“Seeing that we’re all here to visit the museum, should we go over to say hello and get acquainted?” she asked.

He glanced toward the exhibition hall on the opposite side. “Since Mr. Hall is also here to spend some alone time with his girlfriend, I’m sure he wouldn’t want us to go over and disturb them. Why don’t we wait until they’ve made their way through that section before we head over there?”

She nodded in agreement. I already don’t quite enjoy socializing, let alone having to disrupt our sweet, quality time together to socialize. I’m guessing those two wouldn’t like it either. Hence, it’s better not to disturb them.

The brief interlude did not stop Gwendolyn and Cedrick from exploring the rest of the big museum.

Each time, they would wait for Paul and Annie to finish browsing before moving on to the next part of the exhibition

They took their time exploring the exhibition at Astoria’s largest museum at a leisurely pace, and the afternoon flew by just like that.

The sun was hanging low on the horizon and about to set when they exited the museum, and darkness gradually fell.

Shifting her gaze down from the sky, Gwendolyn saw someone ushering Paul into a car that would take him back to the hotel.

Meanwhile, his young girlfriend, Annie, had already gotten into the car ahead of him.

From where Gwendolyn stood, she could only see Annie’s slender legs and a pair of white, diamond- encrusted heels. She must be an elegant and graceful lady.

Instead of hastily getting into the vehicle, Paul turned around, seemingly having noticed Gwendolyn and Cedrick as they stood at the museum’s entrance.

Although the bearded man was in his forties, he was still handsome. He politely inclined his head in Cedrick’s direction as a greeting, and the latter nodded in acknowledgment.

Seeing that the two men exchanged glances, Gwendolyn asked curiously. “Is that another friend of yours?”

“Not a friend. Just an acquaintance,” Cedrick answered flatly while watching Paul’s luxury car drive away from the museum.

Having no interest in Paul, for the time being, she did not ask any other questions. She merely hummed in response and pulled Cedrick into their car.

hotel, she immediately

around the museum, and her legs were tired

points on the soles of her

look of deep concentration on his handsome face, Gwendolyn smiled and asked, “Why trouble yourself, Ceddy? Just find a massage parlor, and let’s both go for a spa session. That’ll make us feel thoroughly relaxed and refreshed. How about

his gaze on her. “No one else can touch my wife’s feet or any inch of her skin.

had stamped her body with a personal seal that showed she belonged to

she grinned impishly and deliberately asked, “So what will you do if I touch another man on my own

happens, it must be because I did something to make you angry. Your desire to touch another man has to be because you didn’t find me attractive enough. I’d reflect on my actions, get on my knees, and trade my life

she stroked his handsome face pityingly. “Ceddy, the two of us are

will never change, and I won’t touch another man. Lonly

her waist and pushed her onto the bed. “We’re still on our honeymoon, so

nipped his chin gently. “It was my mistake. What punishment did

her waist lightly with his hands and murmured in a hoarse voice, “Since it’s your fault, we should let your slender waist atone

against hers in a fervent kiss that radiated

of darkness was

were

did not resist from beginning to end, thinking everything would be fine once it was over, Little did she know

long

the time difference, nighttime in Astoria

not help worrying about Jennifer’s first filming since her recovery, so he personally went to

skills in a web series were not that high.

the past four years meant she had forgotten everything she had gone through and learned in the entertainment industry. In front

the director could do was force himself to keep his temper in check throughout all the failed takes and step forward to guide Jennifer through her

nervous that she twisted the hem of her skirt around her fingers. She was disappointed

miss the exhaustion etched across her face. Calling a stop to the filming he led her to sit down in front

I’ll do it