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.

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

to ask me.”

mentioned, and finally, he

his wife’s face, he suddenly realized

silent, giving him a cheeky

carrying her horizontally as he walked toward the bed.

shared a sweet moment together in the room, quietly.

the window, carefully pondering over the

their phone call, Gwendolyn repeatedly mentioned that Whitney was a

looked when she received the flowers. That foolish woman became

blue eyes held a complex expression as he lit up

Whitney and asked, “Mrs. Newton,

the staircase and shook her head. “Let’s wait a

was about to go upstairs, Charles happened to walk

with intense aggression, causing Whitney to lower

descended the stairs. The bouquet that was originally in the center of the living room was nowhere to be found.

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

ahead, with Whitney

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

help but creep onto Whitney’s face. This must be Jasmine’s doing. She always

her smile, Charles smiled as

housekeepers tactfully exited the

only the

was filled with an indescribable tension, so quiet that she could hear

lowering her head to look at the things in front of her, Charles stood

you coming over?”

Together, they inserted the candles into the cake

lights in the restaurant dimmed, and Charles took her hands

tone was icy cold.

his attitude remained as cold as ever, Whitney was already quite content. She clasped her hands together and

at her side profile. Only when she opened her eyes

is spoken, it loses its magic. She gave a mysterious smile. “It’s a secret.”

dabbed a bit of cream on Charles’s. nose. Fearing that Charles might

happy. “Thank you for celebrating my

her head, Charles just happened to

close that they