Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 253

The soft glow of the table lamp filled the bedroom with an enchanting ambiance.

Gwendolyn was trying her best to get her mind back. Once the opportunity presented itself, she nimbly turned over to put her elbows against his collarbones and stopped him from coming any closer to her.

She was still heaving from his earlier punishment, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

When Cedrick received her icy glare, he frowned as his eyes reddened. He looked miserable as he said, “Gwenny, are you trying to suffocate me to death?”

It was Gwendolyn’s first time seeing him so helpless, and her heart skipped a beat.

“Gwenny…”

After a few seconds of hesitation, Gwendolyn was defeated by his meticulous acting and whining. “Turn off the lights! And you’re not allowed to leave hickeys on my neck!”

Cedrick grinned in delight and swiftly turned off the light on the bedside table.

The moonlight filtered through the curtains and cast a soft blanket of silver on the bed, concealing the traces of love left in the room.

It was a night of passion.

Soon, the sun rose.

Gwendolyn was in a deep slumber that night, and she woke from Cedrick’s kissing.

When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of a certain man beside her. His head was resting on his hand as he propped himself up with his elbow. His seductive lips were curled into a smile as he stared at her with his dark eyes.

“How was your sleep last night?”

Gwendolyn gave him a glance before turning around to continue sleeping. “I’m exhausted. Sleepy.”

Cedrick then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer until her head was resting on the crook of his elbow.

She did not struggle out of his grasp and soon dozed off.

He drank in the sight of her as he trailed his bony finger down her button nose.

Her being in his life brought him bliss, and he would never forget the days he had with her.

Even if he were to sacrifice himself in the future, he would die without regrets.

Tickled by his touch, Gwendolyn frowned and muttered, “What are you doing?”

Cedrick leaned toward her ear and solemnly whispered, “Gwenny, why don’t we come up with some rules?”

“Rules?” she mumbled sleepily.

“Yes. From now on, I’ll listen to everything you say in private, but I hope you’ll do as I say as much as possible in public. Is that okay?”

Gwendolyn was quiet for a while.

Dignity was important to men, let alone someone on the top of the pyramid, like Cedrick. He had subordinates, and he could not afford to be challenged in public.

Thus, she could understand his desire to have her pretend to be his trophy wife in public.

“All right.”

Cedrick merrily kissed her forehead. “Then how much longer do you plan on staying in bed? Didn’t you say you wanted to deal with Jennifer’s trending topic today?”

“Oh, right! The trending topic!”

Gwendolyn sobered up immediately and scrambled to look for her phone.

She had been so preoccupied with her time with Cedrick that she had forgotten to charge her phone. Her battery was already waning the night before, and by the next morning, it had switched off.

It took her a few minutes of charging before the phone finally powered back up.

Right as it switched on, the notifications of missed calls flooded her screen.

When she scrolled downward, she realized most of the calls were from Joanne, though there were some missed calls from Elven as well.

Did something happen to Jennifer for Elven to call me so many times?

At that thought, Gwendolyn gave him a call.

“Ms. Harris, you’re finally on your phone! The reporters have swarmed the hospital, insisting on an interview with Ms. Weller. Ezra and the hospital guards have gone to block off the entrance, but I don’t know how much longer they can hold the crowd back!”

Gwendolyn’s expression turned somber. “How is Jennifer right now? Can she be interviewed, given her current mental state?”