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

with no viable escape, Cedrick refused to allow himself to be a mere punching

He had to find a way to

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

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

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

to launch a

attacks began to wane, replaced by weariness and a flicker of

succumbed to exhaustion and

fierce altercation, the duo was

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

caused them to arrive at the lab

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

the infusion, Cedrick

then, it was six in the morning, and the

hadn’t slept a wink, fought against the weariness

slept soundly, undisturbed by

stirred awake at three in the

petite waist throughout her slumber, and as she shifted,

and even in his slumber, he exuded a captivating handsomeness.

his delicate features. With a playful touch, she

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

placed her hand

around. How did last night go?” she

every intricate detail of the unforeseen events

other objects

silent as both of them contemplated the situation at hand.

don’t we 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.

also leave him exhausted.

the fight, he would have to help, Gwendolyn shower, constantly hold her in his arms, and

night had visibly drained

seemed to be the best course of action

themselves together would be the fastest way