Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 231

This is my first time having a solo mission with Ms. Gwendolyn, perhaps this is who she is. I should have faith in her feelings for Boss. However, he must never find out about the details!Back in the bedroom, Gwendolyn grazed the tip of the dagger across Xander’s face and down his neck before finally arriving at his heart.

Xander shook throughout, terrified that the blade would pierce his skin.

The room was filled with a dangerous and menacing oppression atmosphere, gripping him so hard that he felt suffocated.

Gwendolyn sneered at his fright. “It only takes a dagger to reduce you to such a pathetic state. You’re so weak. How dare you pick a fight with Ceddy?”

Xander seemed to have taken offense by her words and the look of terror on his face suddenly diminished.

He knew very well that Gwendolyn did not dare to kill him within the Jenson residence, nor was she able to do so.

Noticing that he had calmed down, Gwendolyn guessed what he was thinking. “You’re right. I won’t kill you. In fact, I prefer to torture you slowly. I’m here today to settle this score. Because of you, Ceddy is currently undergoing surgery. How dare you sleep soundly in your bed while he is fighting for his life? I want you to remain awake and experience his suffering tenfold.”

With a vicious glint in her eyes, she pressed the dagger’s tip slightly against Xander, yet with enough restraint not to pierce his heart.

Blood began oozing out, staining Xander’s snow-white bathrobe around his chest. It caused him so much pain that he turned pale.

“Don’t worry. This is just a taste. I won’t take your life so quickly.”

Gwendolyn sheathed the dagger, then produced a bag of powder and showed Xander.

“This is itching powder. I will sprinkle it on you and once the itch becomes unbearable, your muscles will twitch uncontrollably and quicken your circulation, which will cause the blood to flow out from the wound. I wonder if you would die from excessive blood loss if you bleed throughout the night? Shall we try it?”

Even though her tone was innocent, her words were venomous.

Xander gazed at the powder in her hand with terror, shaking his head, and started mumbling.

Gwendolyn’s expression was frigid. Without wasting her breath on him further, she scattered the powder all over him mercilessly, starting from his neck.

Then, she summoned Nico for some areas where it was inconvenient for her to reach.

Upon finding out that she intended to scatter the powder all over Xander’s groin, Nico shuddered so hard that his own member retracted in fear. He gave her a thumbs-up of admiration.

This move is so savage and vicious! If Xander succumbs, he’s not going to make it.

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After hours of surgery, the bullet lodged in Cedrick’s chest was finally removed. Fortunately, it had missed his heart by two inches.

However, he did lose a lot of blood and was very weak. As he required rest, he was transferred to an ordinary ward.

“Gwenny…”

The anesthetic was beginning to wear off. His voice was hoarse and weak. Instinctively, he scanned his surroundings.

The spotlessly bright ward was empty.

There was no sign of Gwendolyn, who he was thinking about nor anybody else there. He was alone in his bed.

There was a sense of melancholic solitude in the air.

Though the anesthetic had not completely worn off, he felt a searing pain in his chest. It was so bad that he could not breathe.

Gwendolyn said she would wait for me and let me explain. She wouldn’t lie to me.

He braced himself against the dizziness, ignoring his freshly bandaged chest, and got out of bed. His legs were so shaky that he was forced to inch his way to the door while leaning against the wall for support.

It was silent outside the corridor.

There was nobody else there aside from him. Only an occasional cold gust blew into his pale face, bringing with it a sharp sting.

His eyes grew red. The heavy feeling in his chest was becoming unbearable as an intense feeling of sadness gripped him.

The ringing pain in his chest felt a hundred times more painful than when the bullet had struck him.

“Gwenny…”