Wooing My Ex-Wife

All jokes aside, Gwendolyn placed the breakfast tray down on the bedside table before turning around to help him up.

“How did you fall again? Were you too tired from all the work yesterday?”

Cedrick shook his head. “My foot’s numb.”

Gwendolyn helped him back into his chair, then sat on the edge of the bed to massage his legs, alleviating the pressure on his blood flow caused by prolonged immobility.

“Feeling better now?”

He nodded. Realizing he hadn’t seen the two kids around, he asked, “Where are Benny and Zendy?”

“They just finished breakfast at the lab cafeteria and have followed Joshua and Nico to the small basketball court at the back to play badminton. It’s good for Benny to get some exercise, having been bedridden for so long.

As Gwendolyn spoke, Cedrick kept his gaze fixed on her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Why didn’t Gwenny go?”

“Because I had to come back to check on you. I haven’t even eaten yet. I heard from Nico that you haven’t been eating properly while I was away.”

Cedrick furrowed his brows, picking up on her key point.

How dare Nico tell on me? That betrayer.

It seemed as if Gwendolyn could read his thoughts. With a hint of annoyance, she jabbed her finger at his forehead and scolded in a low voice, “Don’t use this as an excuse to give Nico a hard time. It’s me who wanted him to report these things to me. And you, you really don’t take your health seriously. You’re asking for a beating.”

Cedrick stifled a laugh, far from fearing a beating. He even leaned in to plant a kiss on her soft cheek.

Gwendolyn looked at him, trying to keep a straight face while feeling helpless.

Oh well, there’s nothing I can do. I chose him, so I’ll dote on him.

She raised an eyebrow, gesturing for Cedrick to eat the breakfast on the bedside table. “Hurry up and eat. It’s not good for your stomach if the soy milk gets cold. Your irregular lifestyle in the past is one thing, but now that I’m back, we need to get your schedule back on track. If you dare to drink and smoke excessively, skip meals, or stay up all night, I won’t care for you anymore. I’ll drag you to the Jenson family’s ancestral hall and let Logan discipline you according to the Jenson family rules.”

If he was taken to the ancestral hall, it would mean that he’d be in for a good whipping.

a beating, it would take at least ten days to heal. It was incomparable to the mahogany ruler

just a blatant threat, and she absolutely

Gwendolyn did say that she would no longer take care

and kissed her

tsk. She gently pushed his face away,

and

nodded, feeling

constantly looked after by his

picked up the breakfast tray from the bedside table, placed it on his lap, wiped his hands with a wet tissue,

the bedside,

into

rendered speechless.

mouth really that big? How come I never noticed how big his mouth was when we kissed? He can fit an entire egg in there…

deliberately After peeling the egg, he wiped his fingers with a

swallowed, his Adam’s apple moved gently. He took another sip of soy milk, tilting her neck to reveal a perfect jawline. He was the epitome of sensuality, a feast

dish of eggs and soy milk, he ate with the

Gwendolyn swallowed hard.

raised, a hint of mischief tinted his smile. “Why does Gwenny’s gaze seem a bit

strange about it?”

want to devour me.”

you first before

silent, Cedrick had already begun peeling the second egg. His slender fingertips were very attractive, the blue veins on the back

saw Cedrick swallow a whole egg once again. Furrowing her brows, she couldn’t help but

inexplicably red. He looked away, swallowed the egg, took a couple of sips of soy milk, and then asked, “Does Gwenny think I eat in an

Cedrick cut her off. “How I eat isn’t important, Compared to eating eggs, I’m much better at eating Gwenny.”

Gwendolyn at a loss for

Be serious.

is Megan

considered a pitiful woman. Her husband is violent and an alcoholic, beating. her whenever he gets drunk. She thought having a child would make him change his ways, but it only. made things worse. He even beats their son. Ten years ago, when her husband beat her until she bled, their son rushed over to intervene. He picked up a stool to hit his father, but was accidentally killed by her husband. He was only eight when he died, and was buried on the mountaintop. Later, her husband took a fancy to another woman in the city and never returned. She found her days to be more peaceful after that. She still has ten gold bars under her bed, stored for quite some time now. She mentioned that she saved a man three years ago, and in gratitude, he gave her those ten gold bars. This time, when

was a very important piece of