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.

a

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

last night

Gwendolyn’s matter is

her pocket. Upon ensuring

injury on her forehead, Craig had forbade her from leaving the room. No matter what she said, the butler

locked

when everyone was

it was the

she had recovered and had a magazine photoshoot to

her way to the international court, the lawyer passed the script to her on behalf of Jared and reminded her, “Ms. Harris, you have to follow this script later on. Don’t worry. Even if she’s a princess, the Harris family’s

she did not look at the

gone to the court as well, but Asher was too busy with his work to even return. Nico, on the other

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

last of her battery on her way to Harrick Villa.

the master bedroom after Jennifer left. To

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

glanced at Nico before scanning

“Where’s Gwenny?”

Gwendolyn and the others have gone to the international court. Her Highness is suing

his brows and sobered up immediately. “The murder

Highness’

from the bed. “You’re

I doubt we’ll be of any help even if we

at Nico as he swiftly recollected

have a

of the

car arrived, the reporters swarmed over and shoved their

Harris, did you really

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

us an explanation. Ms.