Wooing My Ex-Wife

His eyes turned scarlet. He clutched Gwendolyn’s wrist, not noticing that he was gripping her so tightly that her skin was turning pale.

Cedrick shoved him away, wrapped Gwendolyn in his arms, and massaged her wrist.

Gwendolyn sighed. Her tone was stern as she said, “You acted rashly tonight, Treyton. I understand how you must be feeling, but I don’t agree with you giving away fifteen percent of the company’s shares to the Newton family.”

Treyton gaped at her in disbelief. “For all your talk about being sisters with Jennifer, you won’t even save her when she’s in trouble. When have you become so unfeeling, Gwendolyn?”

“Me, unfeeling?”

Gwendolyn was incredulous. Her rage began to boil.

As Treyton had had a traumatic night, she did her best to remain patient. “I don’t want to hold a grudge against somebody who can’t think straight. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Treyton’s gaze grew cold.

Everything that had happened at the party had lost him his wits. “I’ll do it myself if you won’t. My shares, my call.”

He turned to go, but Gwendolyn had enough. Done with coddling him, she dashed forward and slapped him across the face.

Smack!

The crisp slap echoed in the air.

As she had used her full strength, Treyton’s face tilted to the side, and a red imprint of her hand appeared instantly on his cheek. He stared at her, dumbstruck.

Cedrick, too, was stunned. He remained rooted to the spot.

Massaging his stinging cheek, Treyton fumed, “How dare you hit me, Gwendolyn?”

Faced with his accusatory glare, Gwendolyn raised her chin defiantly.

“I’m not hitting you as your little sister but as the head of the Harris family. Now would you calm down? Can you listen to me?”

She looked stern, like the head of the family she was.

Treyton was fuming, he did not say a

he had regained some control, she continued, “You’re a smart man, Treyton. I’ll give you some time to cool down and reflect on your actions. Before

in disbelief. He gazed at her, somewhat hurt. “Are you placing me

How could I place you under house arrest? Think of it as grounding.

turned to address Cedrick. “Could you marshal some men who aren’t

nodded decisively.

them with batons. You have my permission to beat

his laughter. If it came to that, she would still be the one

Gwendolyn gazed once more at Treyton. “I am now the head of the family, and everybody must obey me with no exceptions. If you won’t, we’re going to the ancestral hall and I will have you tried according to our family law. Feel free to test me, but

think I’m scared of a little

out and spend

refused to

around Cedrick’s,

said, “Call me when you’ve calmed down and thought

stood, Treyton watched as she and Cedrick entered

the car did

smart-looking soldiers surrounded the

to strike first instead. Forced back into his villa, Treyton shut the door behind

inside his house did Gwendolyn and Cedrick disappear into the pitch-black

early the following morning at her office

stiffness. Though far from being on good terms, they would exchange a greeting when they bumped into each other

reasons, her secretary had taken a

was to spend the following two

of the HR department arrived with the new secretary and

in,” she said without taking her attention

permission, the

manager had an imposing poise and a handsome face. He had a presence

did not so much

the manager placed the secretary’s resume on her table. “This candidate is very well qualified,

engrossed in typing. She did not look at the documents beside

When I come in in the morning, I expect a fresh cup of coffee on my desk…”

man nodded.