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.

felt so sore. It’s

she became pregnant, so much so that she had forgotten

your pants, Ceddy. But it looks like you won’t be able to

from the push-ups and

later, Gwendolyn’s belly was

did it come? Would the sex have

every

her to the bed

got the

curled up into a ball, her brows furrowed and her eyes shut tightly as she endured

a cup of chamomile tea. He blew on it and brought the cup to

the pain was

the

you take

suggestion. “I’m still breastfeeding. The babies need me. I can’t simply take medicines or it’ll

can’t keep enduring it like

weakly, “It’s okay. I’ll only have to bear with it for a while. I’ll be fine after a

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

internet for solutions. After reading the suggestions given by the netizens, he quickly brought her

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

through her half-closed eyelids, she could see him using different hands to massage her belly. Whenever a hand was tired,

exhausted, and Gwendolyn felt bad about it. “Ceddy, you can stop massaging. I’ll be

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

Okay, then.

too tired to convince him

she felt that her pain seemed

stop there. He crawled under the covers

was not long before he,

sleep, but it did

like that, the two

been avoiding Kieran ever since he interrupted

same roof, they woke up and left the house at different times. They

did not dare to take action because of

Kieran finally returned to the hotel to take his phone and