Wooing My Ex-Wife

Cedrick carried her to the bedside, reached out his hand, and gently flicked Benedict’s little forehead.

“Are you satisfied?”

Zendaya pursed her lips, thought seriously for a moment, and said, “I guess.”

Gwendolyn suppressed a laugh. “All right. It’s getting late. Zendy, pack up your school bag. It’s time to go home.”

“All right, then.”

Letting go of Zendaya, Cedrick’s peripheral vision caught sight of Gwendolyn’s phone, idly placed on the bedside table.

The screen hadn’t dimmed yet. It was still on the interface from the call with Charles.

Just a few minutes prior, the two had a conversation that lasted for twenty-eight minutes.

What could they possibly be talking about for so long? Cedrick’s handsome brows furrowed, and his expression instantly became serious. Considering that getting home was the priority, he didn’t ask any questions.

When they returned home, however, Gwendolyn noticed that there was something off about Cedrick’s expression. Whenever she was in the kitchen cooking, he would always watch her, looking as if he had something to say but hesitating to speak.

After waiting for dinner to be finished, Gwendolyn settled the two kids back in their room to play. Only then did she corner Cedrick against the wall in the master bedroom.

“You’ve had a strange look on your face since you got back. Is there something you want to talk about?” she asked.

Seeing Gwendolyn take the initiative to ask, Cedrick pulled her into his arms by her waist, trapping her in his embrace. “What did Charles call you for this afternoon? You two talked for a full thirty-eight minutes.”

Gwendolyn almost couldn’t help but laugh. So, he had been bothered by this all along.

Meeting his somewhat aggrieved gaze, Gwendolyn suddenly had a mischievous urge to tease him, and deliberately played coy. “Of course, it was an urgent matter. What else could it be? Casual chit-chat?”

Upon hearing those words, Cedrick’s brows involuntarily furrowed, and he pulled her even closer into his embrace. “Gwenny, be honest. What were you two really talking about? If you don’t tell the truth, I might get jealous.”

Gwendolyn stretched out her arm to encircle his neck. In her playful tone, she asked, “What would you do if you got jealous?”

With a stern expression, he leaned his tall frame over her. His thin lips neared the root of her ear, gently nipping it as he spoke in a deep, husky voice. “I will devour you.”

He meant it, and he would bring her to their bed there and then.

He would make her beg for mercy through his actions.

somewhat moved by his charm, and explained earnestly. “It’s his girlfriend’s birthday today. That girl, Ms. Mellor, is

ask me.”

his wife had mentioned, and

he suddenly realized something.

him a cheeky

off her feet, carrying her

a sweet moment together in the room,

residence, Charles stood by the window, carefully pondering over the words

call, Gwendolyn repeatedly mentioned that Whitney was a good girl and urged him

she received the flowers. That foolish woman became incredibly

eyes held a complex expression as he lit up a cigarette.

Whitney and asked, “Mrs. Newton, the

room upstairs remained tightly shut. Whitney glanced toward the staircase and shook her head. “Let’s wait a bit longer. I’ll go ask

she was about to go upstairs, Charles happened to walk out of

filled with intense aggression, causing Whitney to lower her head, shyly.

was originally in the center of the living room

tense. She took the initiative to say, “Uh… Dinner is ready. Would you like to eat now?”

ahead, with Whitney quietly following behind him.

prepared dishes. In the middle of the dining table was a large strawberry cream cake, with Whitney’s name written on it. On top of it was a cute design of her and Charles’ faces, which

but creep onto Whitney’s face. This must

her smile, Charles smiled as

and the housekeepers tactfully exited the

the vast dining room, suddenly, only the two

an indescribable tension, so quiet that

at the things in front of her, Charles

you coming over?”

Together, they inserted the candles into the cake and lit

Charles took her hands in his, saying, “Make a

was icy cold.

though his attitude remained as cold as ever, Whitney was already quite content. She clasped her hands together and began to make a wish.

her side profile. Only when she opened her eyes did he ask, “What wish did

is spoken, it loses its magic.

Charles’s. nose.

you for celebrating my birthday

she lifted her head, Charles just

close that they could almost hear