Wooing My Ex-Wife

Cedrick swiftly swung open the basement door when he heard the excruciating scream.

As the lights flickered on, he was met with a scene of chaos and destruction.

The tools intended for Gwendolyn’s release lay shattered, a result of her uncontrollable frenzy.

At that moment, she resembled a wild creature, fierce and untamed.

Amidst the disarray, Cedrick’s primary concern was Gwendolyn’s well–being.

He carefully scanned her body, relieved to find no visible wounds or traces of blood. However, her piercing red eyes remained fixed upon him, unwavering and intense, as if she regarded him as her target.

“Gwenny?” Cedrick called out, but his words were met with silence.

It was clear that she had yet to break free from her maniac state.

In that instant, Cedrick comprehended Gwendolyn’s motives. She had deliberately lured him into opening the door by emitting an unfamiliar sound.

Despite Gwendolyn’s loss of consciousness, her instincts remained sharp.

Cedrick stood his ground, maintaining a safe distance, waiting for her to dismantle the sandbags and launch herself toward him.

Within two minutes, the final sandbag was reduced to tatters, leaving a trail of scattered sand in its wake.

Gwendolyn, resembling a terrifying apparition, launched herself at Cedrick with astonishing speed.

A resounding slap whizzed through the air.

Cedrick’s quick reflexes enabled him to seize her wrist, deftly avoiding the blow.

The duo engaged in a fierce confrontation in the basement.

In the past, they had avoided physical confrontations in the bedroom as Cedrick was concerned that Gwendolyn might inadvertently damage something or injure herself amid the turmoil.

However, the altered basement was stripped of any sharp objects. Hence, Cedrick could carefully plan his movements to ensure Gwendolyn’s safety.

“Come on, Darling. Let’s battle, and we shall see who tires first.”

Gwendolyn’s singular target

Cedrick refused to allow himself to be a mere punching bag for Gwendolyn’s fury. He couldn’t risk sustaining injuries that would anger her

to engage in a physical confrontation. He had to find a way to engage in the fight while

of forceful strikes honed by her background in martial arts. Her attacks were precise, targeting vulnerable areas with relentless intensity.

her onslaught while avoiding causing her harm. With unwavering focus, he skillfully evaded her powerful

man and a woman became evident. Gwendolyn’s strikes became

launch a controlled counterattack without causing

minutes later, the malicious intent that had fueled Gwendolyn’s earlier attacks began to wane, replaced

she succumbed to exhaustion and collapsed in

their fierce altercation, the duo

her clean up with a shower before

to arrive at the lab at

few days, disrupting his sleep schedule. He felt exceptionally tired tonight. Despite his exhaustion,

finished the infusion, Cedrick took her back to Harrick Villa.

in the morning, and the

slept a wink, fought against the weariness and carried Gwendolyn to their bedroom.

slept soundly, undisturbed by the

awake at three

firm embrace that had encircled her petite waist throughout her slumber, and as

sculpted, his skin flawless, and even in his slumber, he exuded

playful touch, she traced her dainty fingertips along the bridge

Gwendolyn closer, showering her with an overwhelming storm of kisses and

help but giggle as his kisses tickled her. She placed her hand

around. How did last night go?”

his composure and proceeded to explain every intricate detail of the unforeseen

the basement and let other objects serve as her outlets for release

silent as both of them contemplated the situation at

sleep in the basement tonight? We’ll remove any obstacles or potential dangers. You can fight me to exhaust my energy. But you have to promise not to get hurt. What do you

solution would also leave

have to help, Gwendolyn shower, constantly hold her in his

last night had visibly drained his

seemed to be the best course of action for now.

physically exerting themselves together would be the