Wooing My Ex-Wife

After giving it a quick glance, Annie retracted her gaze and returned it to the passing scenery.

While driving. Gwendolyn explained, “This place is called Mount Tranquil. Its name was given by my mother after my family bought the entire mountain. Every villa here belongs to a member of the Harris family.”

Annie was surprised to hear about it. “Ms. Harris, to be capable of buying up this entire area, I expected no less of the richest family in Chanaea. The development on the mountain looks spectacular, and it feels just like paradise. I’m sure you must be happy living here.”

Sidestepping the comment, Gwendolyn continued, “Other than the Harris family, the Jenson family’s residence is equally impressive. It is built on a vast plain and filled with pavilions and beautiful landscaping. Walking around it will make you feel as if you’re in an ancient palace.”

“That sounds really interesting. I do hope to visit it when the opportunity arises.”

Annie put on an innocent look as she broke into an adorable smile.

Nonetheless, Gwendolyn could sense that she was a lot more curious about the Harris family than the Jenson family.

As the luxury sedan drove to the top of the mountain, it stopped at Asher’s smaller villa instead of Marcus’ older residence.

Prior to her arrival, Gwendolyn had given Sienna a call to make sure that both she and Asher were at home.

Given that Sienna was informed ahead of time, she had gone shopping for seafood in the morning, hoping to prepare a seafood feast for dinner. This would provide Gwendolyn and Asher an opportunity to talk and hopefully thrash their problems out.

Upon learning that Gwendolyn was coming, Asher made an effort to receive her at the door together with Sienna.

However, when they saw two figures walking into the courtyard, they quickly realized that one of them was a stranger instead of Cedrick.

Sienna and Asher exchanged glances, clueless as to what Gwendolyn was up to.

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn and Annie walked right up to the villa’s door.

Upon approaching Asher and Sienna, Gwendolyn introduced them to Annie. “This is the eldest son of the Harris family, and beside him is my sister-in-law.”

Gwendolyn explained to Sienna, “She’s Antea Group’s business director and visiting Chanaca. I’m just showing her around for the

a gloomy expression descended upon Asher’s face given how distant and perfunctory

of yours, is a friend of ours, Gwen. Don’t just stand there. Come in and

“Okay.”

together with Sienna, leaving Asher and

his leg permanently, causing

tone, he invited, “This way

cordial

her politeness, Asher didn’t say another word as he turned around and walked into the

him, Annie noticed his awkward gait.

Asher, what happened to

aura, Asher replied curtly in his raspy voice. “It’s an old issue of mine.”

her concern out of courtesy. “The more the reason to get it treated. Any delay would cause it to turn into a larger problem down the road. Given what a handsome and exceptional man you are, Mr. Asher. It would be a waste if your future is impeded by your leg’s condition.

cared about his future. In fact, power and position were meaningless to

was spend his time repenting with the hope that one day. Gwendolyn would stop hating him and forgive

they entered

then went off to make coffee, leaving the Harris siblings and Annie in the living room.

“Mr. Asher, I heard that you’re not only the best pilot in Chanaea but also someone who dominates the official and underworld circles. You’re obviously a man who is a cut above the rest, but why does your voice sound different from the commercial I heard in the

“That’s because I, head of the Harris family, punished him for his past transgressions. I’ve ordered him to kneel all day in the ancestral hall, be whipped twenty times

his gaze to give Gwendolyn a

though he didn’t understand why she took on the responsibility of his self-imposed punishment,

had no intention of correcting her.

Gwendolyn’s words stunned

head in implicit acknowledgment. After that, she returned

to deserve such a severe punishment? Isn’t Mr. Asher your