Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 345 Do Not Anger Me “Maybe.

It’s my first time.

I don’t have any experience,” Gwendolyn muttered nonchalantly as if unfazed by his fury.

She then stood up and took a seat on the couch.

Taking in a deep breath to calm himself, Charles ordered Jonah to bring in the doctor on duty to examine Gwendolyn.

After giving her a brief examination, the doctor bowed and congratulated Charles, “Congratulations, Mr. Vidar.

Ms. Harris is two weeks pregnant.

You’re going to be a father!” I’m going to be a father? Hah! Charles glared daggers at the doctor, his eyes blazing with murderous intent as if he wanted to annihilate everything on earth.

A loud smash echoed in the room as Charles swung the coffee table to the ground.

“Get out! All of you!” Charles’ sudden burst of anger gave the doctor a scare, and Jonah quickly brought the latter away.

When Charles and Gwendolyn were finally alone in the lounge, he stepped forward and gripped her chin.

“Is it Cedrick’s?” he asked, refusing to believe his suspicions.

“If not?” Gwendolyn scoffed.

“Do you think it’s yours, then?” Charles clenched his jaw, and his gaze turned horrifyingly dark.

“Abort this child tomorrow!” “Why should I?” Gwendolyn slapped his hand away and continued indignantly, “Charles Newton, this is my child.

You have no right to determine his fate!” With bloodshot eyes, Charles bellowed, “But he’s Cedrick’s child! We’re getting married soon! That makes you my woman! I won’t let this child come into this world!” Gwendolyn refused to give in.

She returned the man’s glares and warned, “I won’t let you touch this child! Everyone in the palace knows I’m pregnant now, and they think it’s yours.

Besides, you even fooled the crowd into thinking that we’re deeply in love.

What would they think if something happened to me now? Do you want to be criticized by everyone?” “So, you’re saying you set me up tonight?” Realization finally dawned on Charles.

Unable to swallow his anger, he grabbed her neck and pinned her on the couch.

“Gwendolyn, why are you doing this to me? I only gave up on you seven years ago for my future, but I’ve regretted my actions and am doing my best to make it up to you.

Why can’t you give me another chance?” asked Charles.

continued glowering at her, even if

treating me well these

accepted my flowers when we

beginning to notice my efforts and trying to accept me, but you’re telling me now that my wishful thinking is a joke?” more disheartening than to be given hope and then pulled back into the abyss with a hit of 1/3 Chapter 345 Do Not Anger Me reality Enduring the suffocating and oppressing feeling he was giving her Gwendolyn smirked evilly “You keep saying I set

gaze awkwardly, not knowing how to

kept glaring at

brought up the antidote to Gerhardt, the latter responded with unexpected news

it was currently in Charles

antidote was still in the

Gwendolyn by his side while wasting the time

be set in stone once Cedrick’s body succumbed

to keep the Super Antiviral, but

end, Cedrick would die a pathetic death without

had planned out everything

animal!” Her insults stoked Charles’ anger,

force, choking her neck harder as

I’m a monster.

you dare anger me!” Gwendolyn could feel the oxygen level depleting in her lungs, but she

been eating well due to her

was not enough for her

saw the struggling

laughed, tears began to roll down his cheeks

next second, he retracted his arm and ripped his shirt apart as if

her lungs, Gwendolyn coughed desperately while clutching her

her, Charles removed his shirt and pants and tossed them aside, exposing his naked body

but he grabbed her chin again and made her

you afraid of, Gwendolyn? I want you to get a clear look!” His healthy honey-colored skin was covered in vicious scabs, turning his once amazing-looking body

deep

could never return to its original state, even 2/3 Chapter 345 Do Not Anger Me with the scabs that had

is all Cedrick’s doing! I was hit with a

two whole bottles of acid onto my back and even slashed it four hundred

to mention my ribs were broken so many times that I’ve

six months in the high-security prison, I could only

to either sleep in smelly toilets

get beaten for making a tiny

hellish days

me into

So, yes.

You’re right.