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.

That girl, Ms. Mellor, is very close to Zendy. He’s unsure about what kind of gift

ask me.”

the girl his wife had mentioned, and finally,

his wife’s face, he suddenly realized something.

silent, giving him a cheeky

feet, carrying her horizontally as

a sweet moment together in the

the window, carefully pondering over the words of Gwendolyn.

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

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

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

asked, “Mrs. Newton, the

shook her head. “Let’s wait a bit longer. I’ll go ask

was about to go upstairs, Charles

filled with intense aggression, causing

bouquet that was originally in the center of

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

Charles walked ahead, with Whitney quietly

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

onto Whitney’s face. This must be Jasmine’s doing. She always had a

smile, Charles smiled

and the housekeepers tactfully exited the room,

only the two of them

was filled with an indescribable tension, so quiet

moves, just lowering her head to look at the things in front of her, Charles stood up and inserted a few candles into

you coming over?” he asked.

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

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

tone was

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

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

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

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

was genuinely happy. “Thank you for

she lifted her head, Charles just happened to lower his.

between them was so close that they