Wooing My Ex-Wife

After Gwendolyn roughly sorted out her thoughts, she quickly refocused and immersed herself in her work.

The afternoon passed by in the blink of an eye. Twilight illuminated the sky outside and filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting its light on her beautiful profile.

Ever since she was diagnosed with mania, she had been visiting Joshua’s place every night for an IV drip for a week.

Her alarm for leaving work half an hour early hadn’t sounded yet, but her phone rang first.

She glanced at the screen and noticed it was a call from Jennifer.

As soon as Gwendolyn answered the call, she asked, “Did you run away from home again?”

Jennifer didn’t respond.

Sensing Jennifer’s silence, Gwendolyn probed further, “Or did you throw another tantrum? Where are you? Do you need to come out for a bit and have a chat?”

Jennifer replied, “No. I’ve been good these past few days. I’m just a little bored studying at home. I just finished memorizing the information and wanted to play a game with you. Are you free?”

Gwendolyn thought. Oh. She wants to play that Honor of Kings game.

She quite liked that game and had grown addicted to it because of Jennifer’s influence. “I was just about to finish up work. A round of that game doesn’t take long. The time should be just right for me to get off work after a few rounds. Let’s go.”

The two opened the voice chat in the game and started to play while conversing.

Initially, Gwendolyn planned to play only two or three rounds, but for some reason, her luck wasn’t good that day as all her teammates were newbies.

After losing three rounds in a row, the two became determined to win a game before logging off.

Eventually, it turned into a cycle of not giving up after a loss and wanting to play again after a win.

While gaming, Gwendolyn had her phone set to esports mode, automatically rejecting all calls and message notifications.

Meanwhile, Cedrick waited anxiously at home. He had dialed Gwendolyn’s number over ten times without getting through.

The twilight gradually faded as the sun dipped below the horizon, and the sky swiftly turned dark

Gwendolyn sat in her office chair and was absorbed in playing the game without switching on the lights.

After some time, a click abruptly sounded as the lights inside her office were turned on. Cedrick stood at the doorway, staring at her with a grimace

the noise. Gwendolyn looked up. “Hubby, why

“Working overtime?”

screen, which was displaying a game interface. “So, this is

the round of games she was

project I plan to invest in next. I need to understand it in depth to make more informed investment

walked behind her and looked at the game interface.

is quite interesting. We live in the internet age, so esports might be the future trend. I want to invest money to create a club, build a team,

had never interfered in Gwendolyn’s

content being a pampered wife to a wealthy man. She had her own ambitions, and he would support whatever she wanted to

anymore, assuming Gwendolyn was just testing out a product before

down to wrap his arms around her waist, and rested his chin lazily on her shoulder while watching her play the

out,

two girls said their goodbyes and hung

about his view after he observed

nook of her neck and took a deep breath. “Indeed. It’s fascinating.”

was unclear whether he was referring to the game or her body fragrance.

home and have our

allowing him to carry her in

dinner, Gwendolyn also invited Cedrick to play Honor

couple teamed up for a few

a stronger desire to win in games than women, and Cedrick

in the game, he was determined to

finally stopped playing and went upstairs to

their usual routine, Cedrick would hold Gwendolyn and refrain from falling into a deep sleep, silently

after days of working during the day and accompanying her to fight at night, he unknowingly dozed

the

his subconscious. He immediately checked the time, realizing it

meant Gwendolyn hadn’t suffered a relapse

who was still sound asleep. This is

rolled over to pin her beneath him, showering her with

from her slumber by his kisses. “What are

You didn’t

“Really?”

diagnosis. It had been a long while since