Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 217

She figured Cedrick, as a member of the wealthy and conservative Jenson family and the current head of the household, naturally placed great faith in such superstitions.Wearing a sincere look, she waited quietly for Cedrick’s response.

Cedrick, leaning back in his chair, wiped off the coffee stain on his lips, regaining his usual dignified poise.

“Ms. Harris, a priest once read my fortune as well. He told me I have a prosperous and resilient destiny which is particularly good at countering a jinxed destiny like yours. It seems we are a perfect match for one another.”

Gwendolyn was momentarily rendered speechless. She continued smiling, but rage was actually boiling within her.

While contemplating whether she should utter the phrase “To h*ll with you!” at him, she gritted her teeth and spoke with a sweet voice. “What a coincidence!”

Cedrick nodded slightly, but he put down the coffee, not daring to take another sip.

Gwendolyn was reluctant to leave without accomplishing her goal, so she made up a worse excuse. “To be honest, I’m sure my father lied to you about something. During one intimate session with my ex-husband, I accidentally passed out and was admitted to the hospital. The doctor mentioned my health was poor and that I was infertile. I probably won’t be able to carry any children in this lifetime. My ex-husband divorced me because he disdained my inability to conceive.”

Cedrick, who was sitting with his back to her, discreetly took a deep breath.

He felt relieved that he hadn’t continued drinking the coffee and that he didn’t have a heart condition. Otherwise, he might suffer a heart attack on the spot.

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn kept up her pretense, adding in a regretful tone, “As the head of the household, it’s vital for you to ensure the continuity of your lineage, Mr. Jenson. I truly cannot contribute to the Jenson family in this respect. Therefore, we should annul this marriage. Otherwise, I would feel guilty for becoming the Jenson family’s undoing.” Not only is my destiny unfavorable, but I’m also infertile, and that implies a discordant sex life. Having said so much, he must be, at the very least, discontented, right?

Cedrick took some time to collect himself before replying hoarsely, “I’m not fond of children, so it’s fine if you can’t have children, Ms. Harris. I’m also swamped with work most of the time, so if you aren’t interested in engaging in intimate activities, we can abstain from doing it.”

Gwendolyn was stumped. Seriously? He’s able to endure all this? I’m not the only woman who can marry into the Jenson family, so why is he going to such lengths to trouble me?

She gnashed her teeth and asked as calmly as possible, “It seems you’re in favor of the marriage arrangement. So, did Old Mr. Jenson decide this marriage on his own, or were you interested in me from the beginning?”

Cedrick responded, “My grandfather made the decision, but I have no objections.”

Oh? Aren’t you an obedient grandson? Do you listen to everything your grandfather tells you? If he asks you to eat sh*t, will you do it too? Gwendolyn was seething with anger.

She had tolerated him as much as she could, and she just couldn’t bear it anymore.

Cedrick deeply disgusted her.

Her first impression of him was so negative that it couldn’t get any worse.

She didn’t bother to waste another breath talking to him. Gwendolyn got to her feet, straightened out the wrinkles on her skirt, and adopted a firm attitude.

“Frankly, I already have someone I like, so I’m very dissatisfied with this marriage arrangement. I believe you won’t want to marry a woman who is not devoted to you. Sooner or later, I will call off this marriage. If you can fulfill my wish and support me in front of Old Mr. Jenson, I’ll owe you a favor. That way, we can still be friends in the future. That’s all I have to say. I’m leaving.” She glanced haughtily at the man leaning against the back of the chair and spun on her heels to leave with poise.

Cedrick never turned around.

Gwendolyn’s statement about her having someone she liked stung him to the core.

His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed as the color drained from his handsome face.

Gwendolyn walked downstairs, staring straight ahead as she exited the courtyard of Cedrick’s villa.

When she arrived at the entrance, she caught sight of a figure dashing past her from the corner of her eyes, moving swiftly toward the back door. That looks like… Nico? But why would Nico avoid greeting me if he saw me? He even sneaked away from the side.

Gwendolyn found it strange and was baffled by what she had seen.

She hadn’t been drinking that day, so she couldn’t have made mistakes like last night. That person was definitely Nico.

After pondering briefly, she turned her head around to look at the villa.

Before Nico left, she remembered him mentioning that he was going to serve his new superior.