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.

gazed at the sulking man behind the closed door, sighing softly

later, Salinsburgh

covered the sky, and rain started

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the streets were shivering in

gate of the high–security prison creaked open, releasing

Charles had changed out of his prison uniform and was now dressed in a neat yet lightweight

tightly in his arms containing the few clothes he possessed

at a sluggish pace and gently pushed him

gate.

take this opportunity to turn over a new leaf!” Charles stumbled, taking a few unsteady steps before

weathered face gradually broke into a

over a new leaf?

my life! Suddenly, a black van emerged from the end of the road and pulled up in front of

his mouth and forcefully pushing

as he slammed

caught a glimpse of a pair

he glanced up

separated by

her exquisite and charming face, her eyes emitted

knee and moved onto the

a month since we last met, and you’re

heart skipped a beat when I saw

Gwendolyn stifled her revulsion and got straight to the point,

medicine?” “What medicine?” Gwendolyn knitted her brows,

out a pistol, loaded it, and pressed it against

you playing me? If I can get you out of prison, I can send you back!” She pressed the muzzle of the gun against Charles‘

“Calm down, Gwen.

I’ll keep my promise.

if you bailed me out, I’d provide you with the antidote

have it with me at the moment since I just

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

” Charles chuckled lightly.

“I can’t do that.

take you there, I’ll be

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Sat, Chapter 300 Who Is Pushing The Limits Now hoping that

remarks made Elven and the other bodyguards feel

beat that despicable man to a pulp

away and kept

at the drizzling

have a pen?” Gwendolyn gave Elven a signal

a pen from the pocket of his suit, found a

pen and paper, Charles wrote down

this number before

instructions and come to the designated location to collect the

carefully scrutinized the number, her cold gaze revealing no

dare play