Wooing My Ex-Wife

Gwendolyn and Cedrick looked at each other and smiled. From the way they gazed at each other with looks of adoring love in their eyes, they truly resembled a young couple in their honeymoon phase.

“Seeing that we’re all here to visit the museum, should we go over to say hello and get acquainted?” she asked.

He glanced toward the exhibition hall on the opposite side. “Since Mr. Hall is also here to spend some alone time with his girlfriend, I’m sure he wouldn’t want us to go over and disturb them. Why don’t we wait until they’ve made their way through that section before we head over there?”

She nodded in agreement. I already don’t quite enjoy socializing, let alone having to disrupt our sweet, quality time together to socialize. I’m guessing those two wouldn’t like it either. Hence, it’s better not to disturb them.

The brief interlude did not stop Gwendolyn and Cedrick from exploring the rest of the big museum.

Each time, they would wait for Paul and Annie to finish browsing before moving on to the next part of the exhibition

They took their time exploring the exhibition at Astoria’s largest museum at a leisurely pace, and the afternoon flew by just like that.

The sun was hanging low on the horizon and about to set when they exited the museum, and darkness gradually fell.

Shifting her gaze down from the sky, Gwendolyn saw someone ushering Paul into a car that would take him back to the hotel.

Meanwhile, his young girlfriend, Annie, had already gotten into the car ahead of him.

From where Gwendolyn stood, she could only see Annie’s slender legs and a pair of white, diamond- encrusted heels. She must be an elegant and graceful lady.

Instead of hastily getting into the vehicle, Paul turned around, seemingly having noticed Gwendolyn and Cedrick as they stood at the museum’s entrance.

Although the bearded man was in his forties, he was still handsome. He politely inclined his head in Cedrick’s direction as a greeting, and the latter nodded in acknowledgment.

Seeing that the two men exchanged glances, Gwendolyn asked curiously. “Is that another friend of yours?”

“Not a friend. Just an acquaintance,” Cedrick answered flatly while watching Paul’s luxury car drive away from the museum.

Having no interest in Paul, for the time being, she did not ask any other questions. She merely hummed in response and pulled Cedrick into their car.

hotel, she immediately

around the museum, and her legs were tired

the acupuncture points on the soles of her feet. He was very skillful, and

handsome face, Gwendolyn smiled and asked, “Why trouble yourself, Ceddy? Just find a massage parlor, and let’s both go for

smile, which was uncharacteristic for him. Instead, he raised his head solemnly and fixed his gaze on her. “No one else

he had stamped her body with a personal seal that showed

deliberately asked, “So what will you

that happens, it must be because I did something to make you angry. Your desire to touch another man has

handsome face pityingly. “Ceddy, the two of us are equals. You shouldn’t

his face in her hands, Gwendolyn added earnestly, “My heart will never change, and I won’t touch another

bed. “We’re still on our honeymoon, so how could you ask a question that could easily damage our relationship? Shouldn’t

chin gently. “It was my mistake. What punishment did you

waist lightly with his hands and murmured in a hoarse voice, “Since it’s your fault, we should let your slender

hers in a fervent kiss that radiated a strong sense of possessiveness.

blanket of darkness was slowly descending over everything.

none of the lights were on. Hence, the hazy darkness concealed their pleasure.

thinking everything would be fine once it was over, Little did she know it was only the first

long yet wonderful

difference, nighttime in Astoria was daytime over

first filming since her recovery, so he personally went to the web series’ filming

series were not that

everything she had gone through and learned in the entertainment industry. In front of the camera, she was now no different than

the entertainment industry, and with him personally overseeing the filming director dared not express his annoyance. All the director could do was force himself to keep his temper in check throughout all the failed takes and step forward to guide Jennifer through

so nervous that she twisted the hem of her skirt around her fingers. She

led her to sit down in front of him. Then, he

Mr. Treyton. I’ll do it