Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

He narrowed his eyes and gave Gwendolyn a menacing stare. “Who is more attractive, him or me?”

Gwendolyn chuckled. “You, undoubtedly.”

Cedrick remained dissatisfied. “Does he possess a fit physique? Is he skilled in dancing?”

Cedrick’s jealousy filled the elevator.

Gwendolyn stifled a laugh and wrapped her arms around his neck. She fixed him with an intense gaze, leaned in,

and whispered in his ear.

Instantly, Cedrick was pacified by her words.

He nuzzled his nose against hers and said in a deep, husky voice, “I’ll showcase my dance moves when we arrive

home, Gwenny. Would you prefer sensual or sexy dance moves?”

Gwendolyn suppressed a giggle. “I want both sexy and sensual moves.”

Cedrick bowed his head and planted a kiss on her lips. “You shall have it all. However, I request that you refrain

from watching other men perform such dances in the future.”

Gwendolyn was left speechless. “His moves during the first half of the performance were completely normal. I had

no idea the second half would change so drastically. But to be honest, this trainee’s dance skills are versatile and

diverse, quite impressive,” she unwittingly praised Jimmy once again.

Cedrick’s face darkened. “That just means he’s a player! A seducer! He must have ulterior motives for pulling off

those moves in front of a married woman!”

Gwendolyn nearly burst into laughter. She quickly reassured him by gently caressing the back of his neck. “Okay,

okay, I won’t watch other men perform such dances in the future. We wouldn’t want to make this guy jealous again,

would we?”

Satisfied with her response, Cedrick confidently walked out of Angle Corporation.

As Gwendolyn watched the building fade into the distance, a sudden question popped into her mind.

“Cedrick, why is it that whenever I’m at Angle Corporation dealing with work and accompanied by two other men,

you always appear? Did you plant a spy to keep tabs on me?”

Cedrick froze at her words.

Gwendolyn scrutinized his facial expressions, narrowing her eyes. “You better be honest with me. What have you

done?”

“I-I can explain.” He paled.

Gwendolyn firmly grasped his chin, turning his face from side to side to examine him. “Who is it?”

Cedrick kept silent.

Revealing their identity would be a betrayal to the person who had assisted him. He wanted to play fair since they

had helped him greatly.

With that in mind, he deflected the question back to Gwendolyn. “Who do you think it is, Gwenny?”

“So, you still want to protect them?” Gwendolyn pinched his cheeks. “I won’t make guesses. I will conduct an

investigation. Once I uncover their identity, both you and they will suffer the consequences.”

Suffer the consequences?

Cedrick trembled at the thought. He refused to get punished for this matter.

“Darling, I’ve simply ensured that people around you are there to protect you whenever you’re away from my

sight. They willingly accepted bribes because I’m your husband. Rest assured. They are all on your side.”

Gwendolyn’s face darkened as she paid attention to his words. “What do you mean by ‘they’? Are there multiple

individuals spying on me? How many are there at Angle Corporation? Are there any at Harris Group too?”

Cedrick was left speechless.

What do I do? It feels like I’ve just dug a hole for myself!

Gwendolyn immediately sensed that he was contemplating an escape plan from the look on his face. Hence, she

pinched his face fiercely.

Cedrick scowled and took a deep breath. “Please, be more gentle, Darling. My face will end up swollen and

unsightly if you keep this up.”

Gwendolyn relaxed her grip and playfully pinched his waist instead. “Give me the list of names once we’re home.

xo.com fast updateIf you dare defy me, there will be consequences!”

“Easy now,” he pleaded.

Rather than avoiding her, he pulled her close and sought refuge in her embrace.

“Don’t be mad, Darling. I’ll make you a soothing cup of chamomile tea when we get home. It will help you calm

down.”

Gwendolyn’s anger gradually dissipated as she watched his antics. She looked down at her stomach and said, “I still

feel a little queasy. How about giving it a gentle rub for me?”

“Of course, Darling.”

He was willing to do anything as long as it didn’t involve physical punishment.

He promptly straightened up and used his hand to massage her belly.

Gwendolyn burst into laughter and teased, “I still prefer it when you’re submissive. Stop snooping around and

prying into my affairs. Relationships should be built on trust.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just that you’re incredibly attractive. I trust you, but I don’t trust those other men

hanging around you.”

Oh, whatever.

Gwendolyn gave up, realizing she couldn’t change his mind.

The night before the homecoming feast at the Newton residence, Craig had a custom-made evening gown sent to

Jennifer’s room.

Jennifer would occasionally sneak glances at the top floor from her vantage point by the window.

She had been observing the activities on that floor for the past few days and noticed that the housekeeper would

deliver food there, which was enough for one person, daily.

If Caylie was residing on the top floor, it was highly likely that she was the one who had attacked her with the

ashtray before.

However, Jennifer couldn’t understand why Caylie would do such a thing.

She couldn’t comprehend why Caylie treated her differently from Craig, Lucas, and Jasmine, even though they were

all her biological children.

Jennifer was also puzzled by the cuts on Caylie’s wrists. As Abraham’s wife, Caylie should have commanded respect

within the family.

The strange looks from Lucas and Jasmine when she entered the dining room added to Jennifer’s confusion.

Sitting on the bed, she pondered the mysteries of the Newton residence.

The homecoming feast was just a day away, but Craig still refused to disclose the Newton family’s secrets to

Jennifer despite her being a member of the family.

Jennifer couldn’t accept being kept in the dark.

With the housekeepers preoccupied with preparations for the banquet, Jennifer realized it would be the best time to

sneak upstairs and investigate.

Fear and curiosity battled within her, but curiosity won.

In the dead of night, when silence enveloped the Newton residence, Jennifer slipped on her shoes and retrieved an

eyebrow trimmer from her dressing table.

Determined, she made her way upstairs, planning to first peer through the metal grill and see what secrets lay

hidden on the topmost floor, just as she had done before.

Upon reaching the topmost floor, Jennifer was greeted by a dim and eerie corridor behind the metal grill.

Summoning her bravery, she gave the grill door a firm shake. The sound of clashing iron chains and metal

reverberated through the silence of the night.

“Mother?” she called out in a hushed voice.

She waited anxiously, but there was no reply. It seemed as though whoever resided there had drifted off to sleep.

Undeterred, she made up her mind to enter through the windows.

Just as she was about to proceed, a distinct clatter of chains echoed from one of the rooms down the corridor.

The heavy sound of metal being dragged along the floor pierced the quiet night.

“Mother, is that you?” she called out once more, but her words hung unanswered in the air.

How strange.

“What are you doing here?” A man’s icy voice suddenly pierced the air from behind her.

A shiver shot down Jennifer’s spine, and she spun around in fear.