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

a mere punching bag for Gwendolyn’s fury. He

confrontation. He had to find a way

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

withstand her onslaught while avoiding causing her harm.

intense confrontation dragged on for over half an hour, and the discrepancy in physical stamina. between a man and a woman became evident. Gwendolyn’s strikes became less aggressive, and her movements more erratic and

seized the opportunity to launch a controlled counterattack without causing

that had fueled Gwendolyn’s earlier attacks began to wane, replaced by weariness and a flicker of surrender.

to exhaustion and collapsed

their fierce altercation, the duo was drenched

her clean up

them to arrive at the lab at three in the

sleep schedule. He felt exceptionally tired tonight. Despite his exhaustion, he managed to

Gwendolyn had finished the infusion, Cedrick took her

was six in the morning, and the sky

the weariness and carried Gwendolyn to their bedroom. for much–needed rest.

undisturbed by the passing

awake at three in

petite waist throughout her slumber, and

his skin flawless, and

mesmerized by his delicate features. With a playful touch, she traced her dainty fingertips along the bridge of his nose.

and the first thing he did was pull Gwendolyn closer, showering her

kisses tickled her. She placed her hand on his face and gently

last night go?” she asked, her tone turning

every intricate detail of the

to confine Gwendolyn in the basement and let other objects

of them contemplated the

remove any obstacles or potential dangers. You can fight me to exhaust my energy. But you have to promise not to get hurt.

solution would also

her in his arms, and accompany her to the

night had visibly drained his energy, leaving

best course

energy by physically exerting themselves together would be the fastest way to make