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 give

ask me.”

wife had mentioned, and finally, he felt

the smile on his wife’s face, he suddenly realized something. “Darling, did you do that

silent, giving him

swept her off her feet, carrying her

sweet moment together

Newton residence, Charles stood by the window,

mentioned that Whitney was a good girl

she received the flowers. That foolish woman became incredibly happy

eyes held a complex expression as he lit

Newton, the meal is ready. Would you like to dine

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

upstairs, Charles happened to walk out of

were filled with intense aggression,

stairs. The bouquet that was originally in the center

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

walked ahead, with Whitney quietly following behind

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

This must be Jasmine’s doing. She always had a knack for creating

smile, Charles smiled as well.

housekeepers tactfully exited the room,

room, suddenly, only the

an indescribable tension, so quiet

at the things in front of her, Charles stood up and inserted a few candles

you coming over?” he

Whitney walked over to him. Together, they inserted the candles into the cake

in the restaurant dimmed, and Charles took her hands in his, saying, “Make a wish.”

was icy cold.

attitude remained as cold as ever, Whitney was already quite content.

she opened her eyes did he ask, “What wish did you make?”

spoken, it loses its magic. She gave a mysterious

felt 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

“Thank you for celebrating

her head, Charles just happened

them was so close that they could almost hear each other’s breath.