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.

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

throat. “Sorry for dirtying your pants, Ceddy. But it looks like you won’t

intentions of complaining. He got to his feet despite feeling drained from the push-ups and carried her to

minutes later, Gwendolyn’s belly was beginning

come? Would the

pain awakened every nerve in

her to the bed and

and drowsiness got

up into a ball, her brows furrowed and her eyes shut tightly as she endured the discomfort that made her

tea. He blew on it and brought the cup

the pain

bed, feeling anxious and helpless at the same time. If only I could help her bear the

why don’t you take some

head without hesitation upon hearing his suggestion. “I’m still breastfeeding. The babies need me. I can’t simply

can’t keep enduring it like

to bear with it for a while. I’ll be fine after a

to see her suffer, but there

solutions. After reading the suggestions

warm water bottle. He never stopped, even when his fingers

she could see him using different hands to massage her belly. Whenever a hand was

bad about it. “Ceddy, you can stop massaging. I’ll be fine

“It’s okay. You can sleep

Okay, then.

tired to convince him

it. In fact, she felt that her pain seemed to have been alleviated. She

the other hand, did not stop there. He crawled under the covers beside her

before he, too, fell

it did

the two

Kieran

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

could not help feeling anxious. However, she did not dare to take action because of Kieran’s identity. She did not

Kieran finally returned to the hotel to