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.”

had become Gwendolyn’s singular target as their

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

choice but to engage in a physical confrontation. He had to find a way to engage

by her background in martial arts. Her attacks were precise, targeting vulnerable areas with relentless

precarious position, having to withstand her onslaught while avoiding causing her harm. With

discrepancy in physical stamina. between a man and a woman became evident. Gwendolyn’s strikes became less aggressive, and her

to launch a controlled counterattack without causing lasting

Gwendolyn’s earlier attacks

to exhaustion and collapsed in Cedrick’s

their fierce altercation, the duo was drenched in sweat.

bedroom and helped her clean up with a shower before they headed to the laboratory.

events had caused them to arrive at the lab at three

shifts for a few days, disrupting his sleep schedule. He felt exceptionally tired tonight. Despite his exhaustion, he managed to administer the necessary IV treatment

Cedrick took her back to Harrick

was six in the morning, and the sky had slowly

who hadn’t slept a wink, fought against the weariness and carried Gwendolyn

slept soundly, undisturbed by

finally stirred awake at three in the

encircled her petite waist throughout her slumber, and as she shifted, she caught

features were finely sculpted, his skin flawless, and even in his slumber, he exuded a captivating

playful touch, she

eyes, and the first thing he did was pull Gwendolyn closer,

her. She placed her hand on his face and

did last night go?” she

his composure and proceeded to explain every intricate detail of the unforeseen events from the previous night.

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

bedroom was silent as both of them contemplated the situation at hand.

fight me to exhaust my energy. But you have

solution would also

constantly hold her in his arms, and

drained his

it seemed to be the best course

would be the fastest way to make her feel exhausted and fall