Wooing My Ex-Wife

The night drepened.

The lights in Treyton’s villa remained on.

Treyton, refreshed after a bath and wrapped in a robe, leisurely ascended the stairs, intending to visit a certain someone who was engrossed in her studies in the room.

He gently nudged open the door, peeking inside at the sight of the person behind the desk.

Jennifer was sprawled out on the desk, snoozing away.

A wry expression spread across his face as he walked in. He made no attempt to silence his footsteps.

Yet, the deep in slumber Jennifer, lacking any sense of alertness, remained utterly unconscious of his presence.

“Ahem.”

Treyton deliberately coughed aloud to rouse the sleeping Jennifer from her dreams.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked up at Treyton. “Why are you here? I haven’t finished studying yet. There are- She flipped through her postgraduate study materials and continued, “just about ten sections left. I promise to go to bed after I’m done.”

Treyton knew she was merely giving him a perfunctory response. In a deep and brooding voice, he said, “Jennifer, are you that afraid of sharing a bed with me? I’ve told you that I wouldn’t attempt anything without your consent. All I want is to hold you while we sleep. Can’t you trust me?”

Jennifer remained silent.

The director of her former orphanage used to caution them about men, warning that their words were often deceptive.

What does he mean by he wouldn’t attempt anything when we share a bedt Who knows what will happen if he suddenly loses control over his urgest

Treyton felt a pang of hurt. “Jennifer, we’re engaged. Can’t you accept me yet?”

Jennifer let out an awkward chuckle. “That’s not it, Mr. Treyton. Go and get some rest. I really am studying. Once I’m done. I’ll go back to our room.”

what else

materials from her desk, flipping through the

night, and when I came in, you were sleeping soundly. Are

“Um…”

I helped you step back from that. Then you wanted to pursue postgraduate studies, a path you’ve never dared to tread before. You hoped to eventually

exam this year, but I do have plans to try

to hear any more of her excuses Jennifer, who had lost four years of her memories, was naïve and innocent. However, she was also unruly

let her keep up

stated in his deep voice, “Jennifer, there’s no ‘try again next year in my book. If postgraduate studies are your goal, you must pass

a hint of fear in her eyes. “What

question, Treyton

honest, he wanted to punish her slender waist several times in one night

he if were to make his thoughts vocal, Jennifer, with her current mental age, would

decided to change

you’ve been studying all night. How’s that?” he asked.

it one more time! After taking a nap, my mind is

But in half an hour, I’ll be

Mr. Treyton. I’ll study hard for the next half an hour,” Jennifer said in a

right into her postgraduate

was shrouded in darkness,

had slept late into the evening.

awakened by the faint rustling noises

he could make out a small figure lying beside him, shivering and

with suspicion. The bedside lamp was off, and he

instantly bathed in light, revealing the disturbing sight on the

expression fierce like a

she was in the

when he fully pulled back the covers, he noticed that Gwendolyn’s hands