Wooing My Ex-Wife

Craig stared at her with a profound gaze. “How can that be considered selling? I’m just helping you to select a better husband.”

Jennifer looked at him in disbelief. “Craig, we live in an era that advocates freedom of marriage. If the price to regain my status as the daughter of the Newton family is the loss of my freedom and right to make my own decisions, I’d rather stay an orphan my whole life!”

Faced with her vehement objection, Craig quickly softened his tone and pulled her back to his side.

“There, there. This is just a discussion, so there’s no need for you to get so angry. If you insist on disagreeing, I won’t force you.”

Jennifer finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued to accompany him to socialize.

Meanwhile, over at Gwendolyn and Cedrick’s end, under their joint efforts, Harris Group successfully landed a substantial international trade offer as they wished.

They would meet the other party to discuss the contract details the following day.

Cedrick shook hands with Horace on Gwendolyn’s behalf.

“Ms. Harris, I look forward to our future cooperation,” Horace uttered politely in his less-than-fluent Chanaean.

Gwendolyn smiled. “It’s a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Horace.”

After settling that matter, Horace was swiftly whisked away by other guests.

Cedrick and Gwendolyn shared a knowing smile.

He nonchalantly wrapped an arm around her slender waist. “Gwenny, don’t forget the reward you promised me. You can’t stand me up this time no matter what.”

She pursed her lips and nodded earnestly with a smile. “You did well tonight, helping me secure a considerable deal, so I should praise you properly.”

Looking at her exquisite face, Cedrick felt his heart flutter. An urge to carry her back to Harrick Villa and ravage her to his heart’s content washed over him.

After attempting to suppress his burning desire for some time, he still failed to contain himself. He leaned close to Gwendolyn’s ear and whispered, “Darling, how about we slip away early and head back to attend to more pressing matters? We can’t waste this beautiful night entertaining others.”

do. We must address matters one by one and cannot skip

pinched his waist without using too much force. Her gesture felt ambiguous, but her

other guests. I’m going to check on

patted his sturdy waist teasingly before turning around

watching

voice suddenly rang out beside

saw a woman. “What’s the

slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting

me anymore, Mr. Jenson? I’m Yelena, the third child of the Dion family. Before you joined the military, we even shared a

pink chiffon dress

dismissive attitude irked

Jenson, no matter what, we knew each other when we were young. Can’t you

in his hand and replied icily,

Yelena was rendered speechless.

stopped abruptly in her tracks and turned around to glance in Cedrick’s direction because she thought she heard a girl

young lady standing in front of Cedrick. I just left his side, and

decisively retraced her steps, ready to reclaim her position

no signs of embarrassment. “You’re so cold, Mr. Jenson. I heard that after you became a father, you devoted yourself wholeheartedly to your family. Now, it seems the rumors are indeed true. You’re reserving all your gentleness to only your

correct her when

emitted a

women who have given birth will

curved her red lips into a sophisticated and elegant smile. “Of course they don’t bother me. After all, I received my husband’s personal and tenderest care, so I rested extremely well during my confinement period.” She took a step forward and sized up Yelena. “Ms. Dion, you’re young and not bad looking,

little stunned and baffled. “What do you mean

on those single young men. Besides, ‘Ms. Harris’ is how my business partners and subordinates usually address me. Since you merely live off your family and are attending this banquet as a guest, you can’t call me that. You should address me

sentence, brazenly asserting her authority. She extended her dainty neck,

in her eyes seemed to be silently labeling Cedrick as her

to her

been rumors that Mr. Jenson is under the thumb of his wife. Now that I’m seeing it with my own eyes, the hearsays are indeed true. Nevertheless, you don’t have to think of me as