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 by one and cannot skip the

too much force. Her gesture felt ambiguous, but

the other guests. I’m going

patted his sturdy waist teasingly before turning around to

inwardly while watching her

voice suddenly rang out beside him, disturbing his moment of appreciating Gwendolyn’s gorgeous

around and saw a woman.

slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting Cedrick’s tone to be

me anymore, Mr. Jenson? I’m Yelena, the third child of

gave her a cursory glance, noting only her pink chiffon dress and

attitude irked

we knew each other when we were young. Can’t you

in his

Yelena was rendered speechless.

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

alluring young lady standing in front of Cedrick. I

and she decisively retraced her steps, ready to reclaim her position as Mrs.

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

He was about to correct her when

strode over, she emitted a formidable and

disregard Gwendolyn’s presence. “Ms. 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 those problems don’t bother

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

and baffled. “What

Harris’ is how my business partners and subordinates usually address me. Since

asserting her authority. She extended her dainty

her eyes seemed to be

to her dissing the pretentious young

“I apologize for my ignorance. I should have 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