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.”

We must address matters one

using too much force. Her gesture felt

other guests. I’m going to check

teasingly before turning

sighed inwardly while watching her graceful retreating

rang out beside him, disturbing his moment

around and saw a woman. “What’s

woman, Yelena Dion, was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting Cedrick’s tone

Yelena, the third child of the Dion family. Before you joined

glance, noting only her pink chiffon

attitude

what, we knew each other when we were

in his

Yelena was rendered speechless.

Jennifer, stopped abruptly in her tracks and turned around to glance in Cedrick’s direction because she thought she heard a girl calling out Cedrick’s name right after she

front of Cedrick. I just left his side, and already, his admirers

she decisively retraced her steps, ready to reclaim her

harshly rejected, Yelena remained rooted to her spot, showing 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

was about to correct her when he

emitted a

Harris, you’ve become prettier. I heard that women who have given birth will have saggy stomachs, stretch marks, and loose skin. It appears to me

period.” She took a step forward and sized up Yelena. “Ms. Dion, you’re young and not bad looking, but why do you have such poor judgment? You don’t even understand the rules of the

baffled. “What do you

man. Ms. Dion, you’re still single, right? In that case, you should be hitting 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

of her sentence, brazenly asserting her authority. She extended her dainty neck, giving her a

in her eyes seemed to be silently labeling Cedrick as

to her dissing the pretentious young woman

addressed you as Mrs. Jenson. There have long 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