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 to say

and took the study materials from her

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

“Um…”

dared to tread before. You hoped to eventually become a junior professor at a certain university. I

is poor. I may not pass the exam this year, but I do have plans to try again next year if that’s the case. As for tonight, I truly wasn’t sleeping. I

hear any more of her excuses Jennifer, who had lost four years of her memories, was naïve and innocent.

realizing that he couldn’t let her keep up this façade

that, he 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 this year. From now on,

of fear in her eyes. “What kind of

by her question, Treyton was rendered speechless.

he wanted to punish her slender waist several times in one night until her legs were so weak the next day that she couldn’t get out

age, would only take Treyton

to

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

After taking a nap, my mind is all foggy and blank. If you quiz me now, I probably won’t be able to answer a single

let you review once more. But in half an hour, I’ll be back to quiz you. Be prepared to accept your punishment if you get

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

quickly dove right into her postgraduate exam

was shrouded in

late into the evening.

by the faint rustling

could make out a small figure lying

with suspicion. The bedside lamp was off, and he got up

light, revealing the disturbing

expression fierce like

had expected, she was in the throes of

he noticed that Gwendolyn’s hands and feet were bound with heavy shackles.