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.

least ten days to heal. It

than bite, this was just a blatant threat, and she absolutely couldn’t bear the thought of him getting whipped, yet Cedrick still felt

say that she would

in, wrapped his arms around Gwendolyn’s slender waist, and kissed her

pushed his face away, not allowing him to continue his

and

feeling contented.

constantly looked after by his

his hands with a wet tissue, and then began to skillfully peel and

bedside, quietly watching

whole boiled egg into his

rendered speechless.

big? How come I never noticed how big his mouth was when we

chewed it slowly and deliberately After peeling the egg, he wiped

sip of soy milk, tilting her neck to reveal a

though it was just a simple dish of eggs and soy milk, he ate with the demeanor of someone enjoying a fancy Ferropenian meal,

it, Gwendolyn swallowed hard.

it, his thin lips slightly raised, a hint of mischief tinted

strange about

look like you want to devour me.”

before

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

swallow a whole egg once again. Furrowing her brows, she couldn’t help but ask, “Won’t

his car turned inexplicably red. He looked away, swallowed the egg, took a couple of

about to reply when Cedrick cut her off. “How I eat isn’t important, Compared to eating eggs, I’m much better

Gwendolyn at a loss

Be serious.

she asked, “How is Megan doing?

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 she saved you, she was actually planning to leave town to buy some medicine. But she ran into a group of people who were carrying your photo from the media and asking about your whereabouts. And among

a very important