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.

earnestly. “It’s his girlfriend’s birthday today. That girl, Ms. Mellor, is very close to Zendy. He’s unsure about what kind

to ask

girl his wife had mentioned, and finally,

the smile on his wife’s face, he suddenly realized

silent, giving him a

instant, Cedrick swept her off her feet, carrying her horizontally as he walked

moment together in

residence, Charles stood by the window, carefully

call, Gwendolyn repeatedly mentioned that Whitney was a good girl

how happy Whitney looked when she received the flowers. That foolish woman became incredibly happy with just a bit of kindness.

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

housekeeper approached Whitney and asked, “Mrs. Newton,

shut. Whitney glanced toward the staircase and shook her head. “Let’s wait a

upstairs, Charles happened to walk

met, and his eyes were filled with intense aggression,

that was originally in the center of the living room was nowhere

took the initiative to say, “Uh… Dinner is ready.

Whitney quietly following behind him.

cake, with Whitney’s name written on it. On top of it was a cute design of her and Charles’ faces,

seeing the cake, a smile couldn’t help but creep onto Whitney’s face. This must be Jasmine’s doing.

her smile, Charles smiled

two took their seats, and the housekeepers tactfully exited

room, suddenly, only the two of them

indescribable tension, so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat.

making any moves, just lowering her head to look at the things in front of her, Charles stood up and

you coming over?” he asked.

way.” Whitney walked over to him. Together, they inserted the

restaurant dimmed, and Charles took her hands in his, saying, “Make a

tone was

already quite content. She clasped her hands together and began to make a wish.

gazed at her side profile. Only when she opened her eyes did he ask,

a wish is spoken, it loses its magic. She gave a

playful urge. She dabbed a bit of cream on Charles’s. nose. Fearing that Charles might get angry, she also smeared some cream on her

was genuinely happy. “Thank you for celebrating

her head, Charles just happened to lower

so close that they could almost hear each