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.”

target as their

a mere punching bag for Gwendolyn’s fury. He couldn’t risk sustaining injuries that would anger her

Cedrick was left with no choice but to engage in a physical confrontation. He had to find a way

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

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

hour, and the discrepancy in physical stamina. between a man and a

a controlled counterattack without causing lasting harm.

intent that had fueled Gwendolyn’s earlier attacks began to wane, replaced by weariness and

exhaustion and

altercation, the duo was drenched

the bedroom and helped her clean up with

them to arrive at the lab at three in

working late shifts for a few days, disrupting his sleep schedule. He felt exceptionally tired tonight. Despite his exhaustion, he managed to

had finished the infusion, Cedrick

it was six in the morning, and the

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

slept soundly, undisturbed by

stirred awake at three

the firm embrace that had encircled her petite waist throughout her slumber, and as she shifted, she caught

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

a playful touch, she traced her dainty fingertips along the bridge of his

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

She placed her

go?” she asked, her tone

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

Gwendolyn in the basement and let other objects serve as

both of them contemplated the situation

or potential dangers. You can fight me to exhaust my energy. But

solution would also leave him

shower, constantly hold her in his arms, and

experience last night had visibly drained

the best course of action for now.

physically exerting themselves together would be the fastest way to make her feel exhausted and fall asleep.