Wooing My Ex-Wife

He lifted his head to direct an icy gaze in Charles‘ direction.

Without hesitation, he retorted, “You’re overestimating yourself. If I can’t protect Gwendolyn and the children, why do you think you can do a better job than me?”

After all, Cedrick had helped Charles ascend to the position of head of the Newton family.

Charles was occupied with developing Newton Group and would still need to rely heavily on the support and assistance of Gwendolyn and Cedrick in the future. In contrast, Charles paled in comparison to Cedrick’s power and influence.

With a mere flick of his finger, Cedrick could–cause–an earthquake in Chanaea with his deep–rooted influence, and Charles couldn’t hold a candle to him.

Cedrick had tolerated Charles‘ snide remarks for a while, but there were moments when he couldn’t hold back and would retort in response. This time, however, he had reached his breaking point and snapped.

Charles was both Benedict and Zendaya’s godfather, so Cedrick wouldn’t label him as a scheming person for now.

Charles‘ face paled as he flashed a self–deprecating smile. “I’ve indeed overestimated myself. With you around, Gwendolyn and the children will lead a blissful life.”

That’s more like it.

Cedrick’s displeased expression softened slightly. In an unusual move, he placed a piece of grilled meat onto Charles‘ plate instead of offering it to Gwendolyn first.

“Eat up,and don’t complain that we don’t treat you well. I hope the food will shut you up.”

Hearing his direct remark, Charles felt slightly awkward but couldn’t do anything else about it.

Gwendolyn couldn’t help but suppress her laughter at the rivalry between Cedrick and Charles. “Not many people in Chanaea get the privilege of tasting Ceddy’s grilled meat. It’s quite a delicacy, so enjoy, Mr. Newton. He’s an excellent grill master.”

Charles smiled and nodded without a word.

Gwendolyn turned to look at Jennifer and helped her to get food to her taste.

Charles noticed she showed more attention to Jennifer than to him. Lowering his head, he stuffed the piece of grilled meat into his mouth and munched on it, finding it tasteless.

At Fairlake, it was getting dark. After their sumptuous dinner, Inez and Kieran strolled along the street.

Ever since they got engaged, they would go to work together during the day and return to the Mossey -residence for dinner at night. After dinner, they would retire to their respective rooms.

They didn’t have much time to date. In fact, Kieran hadn’t even gotten to hold her hand yet.

The upscale shopping area was relatively quiet, with few people around. The dim street lamps illuminated them, casting enchanting shadows that added a touch of warmth to the surroundings.

Tamping down his anxiety, Kieran asked, “Inez, we’re on our first date tonight. Can I hold your hand?”

believe he would ask that question as

deeply touched by his consideration and respect for her

“Sure,” she agreed.

Kieran mustered his courage and stretched his hand out to hold

warm palms gently met, and he interlocked his fingers with hers. It was a simple act of hand- holding that

through their bodies: Though it was a simple act of holding hands, both Inez and Kieran couldn’t help but blush at the intimate sensation.

the quiet street, savoring

broke the silence. “We’ve watched a movie and had dinner together. Mr.

so we can

a nice hotel

Inez said nothing.

nice? I don’t think

romance movie tonight, she thought that Kieran had finally come around. To

were already working professionals, so

was rather somber, with the majority of the audience consisting of students who had come to watch

hold high hopes that he would have prepared any surprises, but she said

strolling brought immense happiness to her. She found more joy in continuing their

let her mind wander off, they arrived at the hotel

head, and the sight that greeted

had braced

you serious, Mr. Kieran?”

whirled around to gaze at her solemnly. “We’re already engaged. Isn’t it normal to spend

of course

to lose her

our first date. No one would bring their date to a love hotel on the first date! I

a tiny voice, “Don’t tell

I don’t know if it’s the theme you want. If

don’t like that. Let’s go in,” Inez urged

hoping to cool down the blush. Feeling shy, she hurried ahead of him

card and held

number was

welled up within

card against the lock, and two seconds later,

the card into the holder, and as

large round bed at its center. Surrounding the bed were delicate red silk curtains, lending an air

bed stood a transparent crystal tub, complemented by provocative artwork adorning the walls. Inez couldn’t