Wooing My Ex-Wife

The slap was not too hard, and it carried with it a hint of affection.

Gwendolyn’s eyes crinkled as she looked at him. “Excuse me? Just exactly who’s the one getting tortured? Didn’t you promise me four hundred and fifty-nine push-ups? Are you going to go back on your word?” She smacked his butt again. “Come on. You made a promise.”

Cedrick got into the perfect push-up form again by straightening his tired and trembling arms.

“Three hundred and fifty-seven. Carry on.” Gwendolyn’s voice sounded behind him.

Realization finally dawned on Cedrick. She knew the number all along and was playing with me on purpose. Hmph! What a bad woman.

He shook his head helplessly. Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. She’s the wife I put so much effort into getting back. I’ve got to dote on her no matter what.

“Three hundred and fifty-eight.”

That morning, the sound of Cedrick counting the number of push-ups came from the room.

Zoey would occasionally cast the tightly shut door a suspicious glance whenever she passed it by.

Nonetheless, she knew it was inappropriate to ask about the couple’s private matters.

Over in the bedroom, Cedrick could be heard forcing the words out breathlessly. “Four hundred… and fifty-nine…”

As if he had accomplished a mission, Cedrick let out a sigh and slumped weakly to the ground.

I don’t want to do push-ups again for the rest of my life.

Gwendolyn got up and spotted a darker patch on his black pants.

She chuckled in amusement. “Ceddy, you must’ve sweated a lot. Even your butt’s wet.”

Cedrick touched the wet spot, only to see a red stain on his fingers.

He turned around in bewilderment and noticed Gwendolyn’s pale complexion.

“Gwenny, it’s your b-blood…”

The smile on Gwendolyn’s face vanished as she stared at his fingers unblinkingly. She rubbed her belly and quickly realized something.

so sore.

ever since she became pregnant, so much so that she had forgotten the existence

“Sorry for dirtying your pants, Ceddy. But it looks like you won’t be able to have fun for another six days or

to his feet despite feeling drained from the push-ups and carried her to the bathroom.

Gwendolyn’s belly was

come? Would the sex

awakened every nerve in her

the bed and tucked her

pain and drowsiness got

her brows furrowed and her eyes shut tightly as she endured

cup of chamomile tea. He blew on it

the pain was

and helpless at the same time. If only

you take some

hesitation upon hearing his suggestion. “I’m still breastfeeding. The babies need me. I can’t simply take

keep

okay. I’ll only have to bear with it

to see her suffer, but there was nothing he could do when she insisted on not

solutions. After reading the suggestions given by the

her belly while warming it with the warm water bottle. He never stopped, even when his

hands to massage her belly. Whenever a hand was tired, he would switch it with the other

and Gwendolyn felt bad about it. “Ceddy, you can stop massaging.

did not stop. “It’s okay. You can sleep while I massage

Okay, then.

to convince him

that her pain seemed to have been alleviated. She

did not stop there. He crawled under the covers beside her and

long before he, too,

would move in her sleep, but it did not

that, the two slept

had been avoiding Kieran ever since he interrupted her last

under the same roof, they woke up and left the house at different times. They never met

who was watching the scene, could not help feeling anxious. However, she did not dare to take action because of Kieran’s identity. She did not dare to mess

lunch, Kieran finally returned to the hotel to