Wooing My Ex-Wife

Looking at Cedrick, who was acting coyly toward Gwendolyn, Treyton felt a sense of despair wash over him and sighed inwardly.

Meanwhile, Nico was unfazed by his boss‘ public display of affection, and a hint of amusement danced in his eyes as he watched their interactions.

Standing beside Nico, Summer merely pouted her lips in jealously, looking at the clueless man next to her.

Gwendolyn forced a smile and couldn’t help but feel a sense of awkwardness wash over her as she observed the varied reactions of those around her.

Cedrick seemed genuinely upset as he leaned his head lightly against her shoulder, seemingly seeking for consolation. Thus, she did not stop him from hugging her and merely stroked the back of his neck out of habit, helping dispel his restlessness.

“Let’s not sit around aimlessly. Since everyone’s here, let’s begin the meeting.” Gwendolyn changed the topic.

At that, Nico assumed a serious demeanor and began, “I’ve specifically looked into Ms. Newton’s condition and even consulted several psychologists about it. They all shared the same opinion–she’s highly emotional and in an unstable mental condition. This is likely triggered by a stress response, and it’s unlike that she has experienced anything traumatic as she became like this in just a few days‘ time.”

Summer expressed her agreement with a nod. “That’s right, hence why we’re both leaning toward the theory that she has been injected with an unknown drug by Craig.”

As the conversation delved into a crucial topic, an undeniable tension settled in the living room.

Treyton went deep in thought for a long while before finally piping up, “I just remembered something Jennifer had told me about.”

“What is it?” asked Gwendolyn.

“Kiddo, do you remember when Jennifer returned to the Newton residence in search of evidence regarding Charles being an illegitimate child?”

Gwendolyn nodded in response. “Of course.”

“Jennifer mentioned being attacked on the top floor of the Newton residence, and in retrospect, it bears a striking resemblance to the incident when she fell ill. It’s worth noting that during that period, her mother, Caylie, was the sole occupant of the top floor. Jennifer has held suspicions that Caylie may have played a role in the incident.”

The mention of that particular incident jogged Gwendolyn’s memories, causing a surge of recollection to flood her mind. “Speaking of this, I remember something as well. Craig took Jennifer with him to the last business banquet. During the meal, Jennifer noticed red markings on Mrs. Newton’s wrist and asked me about her condition afterward. Treyton, I even mentioned this to you when I returned.”

nodded, his mind flooded with vivid memories of

reaching

Gwendolyn’s embrace. A frown marred his face as he questioned, “So, are you suspecting that Craig first imprisoned his own mother, subjecting her

nodded solemnly in agreement with the

lowered, veiling the dangerous glimmer that lurked within his eyes and did not utter another

the group continued their

Craig still had the drug?” asked Summer.

her with the drug. I recall Karl’s intense reaction to the sound of rattling chains coming from the top floor when I conducted a

deep in thought. “In that case, let me try to contact Jasmine again and see if she can help us infiltrate the residence

Will she actually agree to help us acquire evidence

confidence that they could pull it off. Nevertheless, she

Jasmine is our best hope within the Newton family. Craig’s duties at the Federal Bureau of Investigation are currently on hold as he awaits an investigation.

silence descended upon the room.

to be the only

the discussion drew to a close, Nico took Summer home, while Treyton took over from Brian and diligently kept watch over Jennifer throughout the night.

and Gwendolyn behind. At that moment, a hint of possessiveness and lust flitted across the man’s eyes. With one fluid

to go to the fourth floor to check on the kids,” Gwendolyn grumbled as she

insisted on carrying her back to the room. “Mdm. Yarde is taking care of them, and they’re probably asleep

it yourself. We’re going to rest, so don’t you

a visible display of his growing aggrievance.

the intimate version of resting. Besides, I taught Craig a lesson on your behalf today and made sure you got your revenge. Shouldn’t you

her brow and allowed him

gently nuzzled his nose against hers, his voice filled with sincerity as he reassured her, “Of course! How could I ever dare

punishment toward Craig. “Tell

he recounted the events that happened

all? Just a

when I make a move. I made sure to put him in his place.”