Wooing My Ex-Wife

Thank God the photo is still with me. I don’t think Craig realized I stole the photo.

“I was just curious. After all, Mother is upstairs, and I haven’t met her. That’s why I wanted to head upstairs.”

Craig sighed. “Forget it. I won’t punish you this time, but you’re not allowed to do this again. There are rules in our family, and now that you’re here, you need to obey them.”

“All right…”

Craig stood up and straightened his collar. “You must have had a scare last night. Get more rest. I’ll ask the servants to bring the food upstairs later.”

“Wait.” Jennifer grabbed his sleeve and looked up at him. “I think someone hit my head and tried to strangle me to death before I passed out last night. They even said that I shouldn’t be alive. Was that… Mother?”

Craig said back down and patted her shoulder.

In a softer voice, he said, “No. No one tried to strangle you to death either. You slipped and hit your head on the corner of the table. Maybe you were too startled last night and imagined it. Don’t overthink the matter, okay?”

“But—”

But it felt so real. I was sober last night, so how could I have imagined it?

“There isn’t any but. Mother didn’t even wake up when you passed out the night before. The maid only found you in the study this morning when she went there to clean up the place.”

Was that really what happened? Was that just a dream?

Jennifer was half-convinced. “Then when can I meet Mother?”

Craig froze for a second before a complicated look appeared in his amber eyes. “Mother has a cold, and she says she doesn’t want to pass it to you, so it might be a few days before that. At most, you’ll meet her during your party. I’m sure you’ll be able to see our kind and beautiful mother then.”

“She has a cold? I can take care of her. I’m healthier than most girls, and I won’t catch it.”

“But you’re hurt, and your immune system is at its lowest right now.” Craig narrowed his eyes before sternly reminding her, “You need to listen to others now that you’re back.”

Feeling deflated, Jennifer nodded quietly.

to remind her about a few more things

he was gone, Jennifer clambered down the bed and walked over to the dresser to check the mirror. Other than the mild stinging

this last

Gwendolyn’s matter

ensuring that she had gotten the right

said, the butler refused to let her out, and he

that, Jennifer was locked up for two whole

when everyone

was the day of

had a magazine photoshoot to attend to and managed to get out of the house. She hailed a

reminded her, “Ms. Harris, you have to follow this script later on. Don’t worry. Even if

nodded, but she did not

had gone to the court as well, but Asher was too busy with his work to even return. Nico, on the other hand, had volunteered to stay back at Harrick

arrived at Harrick Villa in haste, everyone had already departed half an

been confiscated, she had depleted the last of her battery on her way to Harrick Villa. Left without a choice, she borrowed money from Nico to hail a cab to

master bedroom after Jennifer left.

rushed over to his side. “Thank God! You’re

he glanced at

“Where’s Gwenny?”

international court. Her Highness is suing her for the murder of a member of the royal family, and the trial

immediately. “The

Lund. Her Highness’

the blanket to get down from the bed. “You’re driving. We’re going to the international court

we go now.” At the end of that, Nico stiffened and whispered solemnly,

stared at Nico as he swiftly recollected

go have

outside of the court was

car arrived, the reporters swarmed over and shoved their microphones in Gwendolyn’s

Harris, did you

even heard that you were childhood friends with him, so why did you

Harris, please give us an explanation.