Wooing My Ex-Wife

The truck was rapidly closing in on Cedrick and Gwendolyn’s cab, leaving them with little time to formulate a plan.

The cab doors and windows were locked, and the driver was frantically swerving the streets to avoid a collision with the truck.

Right in the nick of time, Cedrick raised his laptop and slammed it against the passenger side window. The sound of glass shattering stung their ears.

Cedrick turned around, intending to switch seats with Gwendolyn so she could jump out of the moving cab first.

She rejected his offer and urged. “We’re running out of time. Go. I’ll come right after you.”

The truck was seconds away from ramming into the cab. Cedrick promptly jumped out of the cab, rolling several times across the ground before coming to a stop on the side of the road.

He was followed closely by Gwendolyn.

Bang!

The truck crashed into the cab barely a second after Gwendolyn made her escape, filling the air with ear- splitting noise.

Inertia caused the truck to continue speeding after its collision, and it was headed straight for Gwendolyn

She nimbly jumped out of the way, and the truck was finally forced to a stop when it collided with a roadside wall.

The unfortunate cab driver did not have the guts to jump out of his car and ended up in a pool of his own blood.

Cedrick immediately checked Gwendolyn for injuries. She shook her head and said reassuringly, “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”

They stood on the roadside, ascertaining the severity of the accident and digesting their close brush with death.

Cedrick quickly dialed Neal’s number and said, “My wife and I were ambushed in a car chase on our way to the airport. I’m sending you my coordinates. Get your men here as soon as possible.”

He was about to send Neal their location coordinates after their call when the swing doors of the truck opened. A group of masked, bat-wielding men jumped out of the vehicle and walked toward the couple menacingly.

A fight soon broke out, with Cedrick and Gwendolyn going up against forty men.

The situation was rather chaotic but was nothing new for the couple.

Nonetheless, their enemies had more manpower and appropriate weapons. Cedrick and Gwendolyn would run out of energy as the fight dragged on.

Cedrick shielded Gwendolyn and whispered, “These men came for you. You can’t outlast them. You

Foreign Land should escape first. I’ll hold

will not leave you behind,

into the

and check on her from time to time.

minutes, after which the streets were littered with masked men

incapacitated their enemies. They

Bang!

Gwendolyn’s elbow amid the chaos, and she grunted as blood

elbow and fought back against the immense ache that threatened

weighed on her reaction time, and she failed to dodge a blow to

“Gwenny!”

into Cedrick’s body. She barely managed to remain

turned and pulled her into his arms. He shot their enemies a vicious glare and threatened, “Don’t even dream about leaving this place alive after hurting my

looked like a predator assessing its prey with

and she found herself pressing

Gwendolyn tightly in his arms to protect her

for snipers at the same

lost their upper hand because of Gwendolyn’s injury.

police sirens soon

and failed to receive Cedrick’s coordinates, quickly realized

their baseball bats were no match for the policemen’s

a protective barrier around Gwendolyn and Cedrick. Neal, who had also traveled to the accident site, hurried over to check the

arms. Cedrick kept his gaze on her and said frostily, “There’s a sniper somewhere, eight o’clock from where I’m facing. I’d say he’s

“On it.”

team of officers to search for a sniper

into danger,in your

worry. I will turn every stone in

foreign land was a matter of national importance to Astoria, given that the victims were the head of Chanaea’s Federal Bureau of Investigation and his wife, who were visiting on official business. A botched investigation into the attack could very well affect

ambulance pulled up to the accident site in minutes.

ambulance, Mr. Jenson. It’s imperative to examine the extent of her injury. I will arrest your assailants and detain them at the police station. You may join their interrogation sessions once Mrs. Jenson’s injuries are properly treated,”

nodded and quickly carried Gwendolyn into the

examined Gwendolyn’s gunshot wound.

Gwendolyn’s elbow, which put her in excruciating pain.

her in his arms and never let go. He was swimming in guilt

bullet was lodged so deeply that its removal required forceps. A paramedic approached

hand and ordered,