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.”

didn’t know what else to say

took the study materials from

and when I came in, you were sleeping soundly. Are you planning on thoroughly reading these

“Um…”

pursue postgraduate studies, a path you’ve never dared to tread before. You hoped to eventually become a junior professor at a certain university. I supported you

studying, but my foundation is poor. I may not pass the exam this year, but I do have plans to

didn’t want to hear any more of her excuses Jennifer, who had lost four years of her memories, was naïve and innocent. However, she was also

he couldn’t let her

next year in my book. If postgraduate studies are your goal, you must pass this year. From now

with a hint of fear in

question, Treyton

one night until her

thoughts vocal, Jennifer, with her current mental age, would only take Treyton as a twisted demon, driving her further away from him.

to change his approach.

you on what you’ve been studying all night.

After taking a nap, my mind is all

pitiful and innocent expression, Treyton relented. “Considering it’s your first time, I’ll let you review once more. But in half an hour, I’ll be back to quiz you. Be prepared to accept

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

quickly dove right into

Harrick Villa was shrouded

had slept late into

faint rustling noises from the

could make out a small figure lying beside him,

the covers with suspicion. The bedside lamp was off, and he got up to switch on the light.

bathed in light, revealing the disturbing sight on the

expression fierce like a

Cedrick had expected, she was in the throes of

pulled back the covers, he noticed that Gwendolyn’s