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 as

with no viable escape, Cedrick refused to allow himself to be a mere punching bag for Gwendolyn’s fury.

choice but to engage in a physical confrontation. He had to find a way to engage in the fight while minimizing harm.

unleashed a barrage of forceful strikes honed by her background in martial arts. Her attacks were precise, targeting vulnerable

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

stamina. between a man

seized the opportunity to launch a controlled counterattack without

the malicious intent that had fueled Gwendolyn’s earlier attacks began to

succumbed to exhaustion and

altercation, the duo

her clean up

events had caused them to arrive at the lab at three in

late shifts for a few days, disrupting his sleep schedule. He felt exceptionally tired tonight. Despite his

had finished the infusion, Cedrick took her

it was six in the morning, and the sky had

hadn’t slept a wink, fought against the weariness

slept soundly, undisturbed by the passing hours.

at three in the afternoon.

petite waist throughout her slumber, and as she shifted, she caught sight of

facial features were finely sculpted, his skin flawless, and even in his slumber,

herself mesmerized by his delicate features. With a playful touch, she traced her dainty

and the first thing he did was pull Gwendolyn closer, showering her with an overwhelming storm of kisses and affectionate

tickled her. She placed her

did last night go?” she asked, her tone turning serious.

his composure and proceeded to explain every intricate

let other objects serve as her outlets

bedroom was silent as both of

You can fight me to

would also

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

drained his

to be the best course of

that depleting Gwendolyn’s energy by physically exerting themselves together would be the fastest way to make her feel