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.

returning to the hotel, she immediately plopped onto the

walking around the museum, and her legs were tired and aching.

gently massaged the acupuncture points on the soles of her feet. He

Ceddy? Just find a massage parlor, and

did not smile, which was uncharacteristic for him. Instead, he raised his head solemnly and fixed his gaze on her. “No one else can touch my wife’s feet or any inch of her skin. If

staking his claim on her. It was as though he had stamped her body with a personal seal that

deliberately asked, “So what will you do if I touch another man on my own

it must be because I did something to make you angry. Your desire to touch another man has to be because you didn’t find me attractive enough. I’d

handsome face pityingly. “Ceddy, the two of us are equals. You

added earnestly, “My heart will never change, and I won’t touch another man. Lonly

bed. “We’re still on our honeymoon, so how could you ask a question that could

was my mistake.

voice, “Since it’s your fault, we should let your slender waist

that, Cedrick leaned forward and pressed his thin lips against hers in a fervent kiss that radiated a

of darkness

the lights were on. Hence, the hazy darkness

did not resist from beginning to end, thinking everything would be fine once it was over, Little did she know it was only the first of many rounds that

was a long yet

nighttime in Astoria was daytime over in Chanaca.

help worrying about Jennifer’s first filming since her recovery, so he personally went to

web series were not that high.

of the past four years meant she had forgotten everything she had gone through and learned in the entertainment industry. In front of the

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

nervous that she twisted the hem of her skirt around her fingers. She was disappointed in herself and felt

etched across her face. Calling a stop to the filming he led her to sit down in front of him. Then, he took a wet tissue and started

Treyton. I’ll do it