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.

Mellor, is very close to Zendy. He’s unsure

ask me.”

the girl his wife had mentioned, and finally,

wife’s face, he suddenly realized something. “Darling,

silent, giving him a cheeky

off her feet, carrying her horizontally

a sweet moment together in the room,

stood by the window, carefully pondering

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

Whitney looked when she received the flowers. That foolish woman

eyes held a complex expression

approached Whitney and asked, “Mrs. Newton, the meal is ready.

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

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

his eyes were filled with intense aggression, causing Whitney to

originally in the center of the

him staring intently at the ground, Whitney’s expression became somewhat tense. She took the initiative to say, “Uh… Dinner

with Whitney quietly following behind him.

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 looked incredibly adorable.

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

seeing her smile, Charles smiled as

the housekeepers tactfully exited the room, leaving

suddenly, only the two of them

an indescribable tension, so quiet that she

not making any moves, just lowering her head to look at the things in front of her, Charles stood up and inserted a few

coming over?” he asked.

Together, they inserted the candles into the cake

restaurant dimmed, and Charles took her hands in

was

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

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

a wish is spoken, it loses its magic. She

the candle, Whitney suddenly felt a playful urge. She dabbed a bit of cream on Charles’s. nose. Fearing that Charles might get angry, she also smeared

for celebrating my

head, Charles just happened to

that they could almost hear each other’s breath.