The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 650

Cedrick was stumped. “I’m not. I swear.”

“Then, aren’t you going to explain what happened between you and Natasha?” Gwendolyn pressed, not intending to let him off.

The man fell silent.

C-Can I really tell her? She’s going to punch me when we get back to the hotel.

Cedrick fell silent and mustered up the courage before speaking.

“Grandpa had already passed away when I agreed to get engaged to her, so there was no need to worry about having to go through such risks again.”

Gwendolyn nodded knowingly. “You felt that the Wright family was already safe, so even if she were to marry you, you wouldn’t have to worry about Maverick’s death. Still, that meant you still liked her, right? You were s

o resolute when you divorced me, and then you got engaged to her not long after.”

Her voice was calm, but there was a hint of iciness in it.

Cedrick didn’t know what to say.

He knew he was at fault.

“I never liked her. It was always you. I wasn’t clear about my own thoughts when I announced our engagement. It was also because she braved the storm and came over to the villa. She even brought up how grateful she was because I saved her, so I agreed to the engagement after weighing the pros and cons. The man took Gwendolyn’s hand and caressed it lightly. “Please, Darling…” he cooed somewhat pleadingly.

Gwendolyn retracted her hand, walked a few steps forward, and placed two bouquets of white flowers before Maverick’s gravestone. “These are all your own doings, Mr. Jenson. I have nothing to do with them, she said frostily.

Cedrick leaned over. Noticing her expression, he asked, “Are you upset?”

“No.”

“You are. It’s written all over your face.”

Gwendolyn continued facing Maverick’s grave, ignoring the man beside her.

admitted. “I know Natasha hurt you a lot of times in the past, and while she’s paid the price and is no longer in

out on me.”

Gwendolyn’s hand and put it on his face, looking remorseful.

him a glare, deliberately sounding stern. “I am quite

to your family’s

a belt, then. How

and gulped in

accept his impending fate, Gwendolyn whispered into his ear, “What if I want the punishment

Huht

usually-calm demeanor. “R-Right now?

confirming nor denying her statement. Still, she didn’t

the desolate cemetery, his

going to be punished at a

he tensed up

help

on the forehead and held his

looked down at the way she took

that means she’s not mad

bent down and put an arm behind Gwendolyn’s knees, picking her up.

feet out of the blue, the woman hastily wrapped her arms around his neck. “What are you doing, being all lovey-dovey in front of all these gravestones?

I don’t want your feet to hurt from walking in those heels, so

him. “But you’re just carrying me. That’s nothing for a man like you, right, Mr. Jenson? How is

the mischievous look on her face. Surely, she had

you think I

his ear and whispered something intimate and outrageous, her warm

instantly. “Do we really have to do this?” he asked after a long moment of

believe it. We’re already husband and wife, but you’re still embarrassed by such a

words. Of course, he’d still be

stiff throughout the journey back to the hotel in their

of Gwendolyn’s puckish command made his heart

into the hotel elevator, the woman patted his

wife! I remember how