Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 300 Who Is Pushing The Limits Now +25 Bonus After some time, Gwendolyn shook her wrist, trying to alleviate the soreness that had settled in.

She had never realized that taking a bath could be so exhausting.

She was also completely soaked even though Cedrick was supposed to be the one taking a bath.

Despite her frustration, Gwendolyn swallowed it down and assisted Cedrick in getting out of the bathtub.

Once she dried the water from his body, she led him to the dry tiled floor and tossed the bathrobe at him.

“Put it on yourself!” Cedrick stood still and refused to reach out to take the robe.

The robe slipped from his face and fell to the ground.

“I can’t move my arms, and my hands are in pain,” he uttered.

I can’t dress myself! Gwendolyn glared at his feeble state and ground her teeth in frustration.

She was about to explode in rage.

Who’s pushing the limits now, huh? Confronted by Cedrick’s persistent self–pity and his attempts to push her limits, Gwendolyn gave him a stern gaze.

“You’ve got one minute to pick up your robe, put it on immediately, and fetch me a clean one.

If you dare to exceed the time limit, I’ll make sure you experience the consequences of the rules I established before.

And I might consider not feeding you medicine anymore!” Cedrick swallowed the fluid lodged in his throat.

His knees began to ache, and his hands throbbed with increased pain.

She might not want to feed me medicine anymore? No! I can’t accept that! While cleaning herself, Gwendolyn started counting down.

“You have fifty–eight seconds left!” Cedrick’s body tensed up as he swiftly retrieved the robe, and deftly secured it around himself.

He then opened the door, slipped on his slippers, and hurried to the adjacent wardrobe to fetch a clean robe for her.

“Ten, nine, eight…” Gwendolyn’s countdown echoed in the bathroom.

She sounded like an emotionless timekeeping machine.

As the countdown reached the final second, Cedrick accurately hung the robe on the bathroom rack.

Gwendolyn glanced at him and playfully remarked, “Well, it seems you do have the potential to meet my expectations.

Not bad, Ceddy!” Cedrick kept mum.

Gwendolyn saw through all of Cedrick’s little schemes.

In other words, none of his tricks worked.

Frustrated to the core, he forcefully slammed the bathroom door shut, releasing all his pent–up annoyance onto it.

man behind the closed door, sighing

later, Salinsburgh transitioned into

sky, and rain started to

by a light drizzle, caused the temperature to drop by approximately ten JU 1/4 18:58 Sat, Jun 3 Chapter 300 Who Is Pushing The Limits Now degrees

the streets were shivering in the

gate of the high–security prison

prison uniform and was now dressed in a neat yet lightweight

arms containing the few

as Charles moved at a

gate.

been given parole, take this opportunity to turn over a new leaf!” Charles stumbled, taking a few unsteady steps before abruptly raising his head to face the somber

and weathered face gradually broke into a

a new

a black van emerged from the end of the road and pulled

got down, covering his mouth and forcefully pushing him into

let out a muffled groan as he slammed his knees harshly

he lowered his head, he caught a

joy as he glanced up and

separated by

charming face, her eyes emitted a profound sense of indifference

held his knee and moved

a month since we last met, and you’re still as stunning as ever,

heart skipped a beat when I

got straight to the point, unwilling

“What medicine?” Gwendolyn knitted her brows,

a pistol, loaded it, and pressed it against his

me? If I can get you out of prison, I can send you back!” She pressed the muzzle

“Calm down, Gwen.

I’ll keep my promise.

that if you bailed me out, I’d provide

have it with me at the

kept the gun pointed at him, her voice aloof as she asked, “Where’s the medicine?

” Charles chuckled lightly.

“I can’t do that.

take you there, I’ll be revealing

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Is Pushing The

made Elven and the other bodyguards feel

despicable man

and kept

at the drizzling rain

gave Elven a signal

a pen from the pocket of his suit, found a piece of scrap paper in

and paper, Charles wrote down

using this

the

number, her cold

dare play