Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269 I Will Be There 

Cedrick’s gaze dropped, avoiding Gwendolyn’s eyes as he exuded a cold and distant demeanor. 

Gwendolyn couldn’t comprehend what was going on with him. She was consumed by fury, fueled by the overwhelming desire to confront him and inflict physical harm to ensure he would never dare to break up with her again. 

Fueled by her anger, she stepped down from the bed, her feet bare as she approached the bedside table, where a heavy wooden ruler was stored in the first drawer. 

However, at that moment, she hesitated, realizing the potential consequences of her impulses. 

She was worried about the harm she could inflict on Cedrick with the heavy ruler if he chose to confront her beatings directly. 

On the other hand, the notion of returning empty–handed after her outburst filled Gwendolyn with a sense of foolishness. 

She discreetly turned around to check on Cedrick and found him gazing directly at her. 

The mere thought of coming back without anything in her hands caused her to cringe with embarrassment. 

Determined to salvage the situation, she grabbed Cedrick’s black belt from the coat rack, folding it in half with the buckle firmly in her hand, before sitting back on the bed. 

“Do you see this? Don’t push me to the point where I have to resort to violence!” she exclaimed, attempting to intimidate him. 

Cedrick lifted his gaze and glanced at the belt in her hand, his face devoid of emotion. 

“I had already given up on you back then, but you were the one who wanted me to give you a second chance. Now that I’ve given you that chance and have decided to spend the rest of my life with you, you’re telling me you want to break up? Why? Give me a logical explanation for this!” 

Cedrick’s handsome face glowed under the dim light as he gulped. 

He lowered his gaze and remained silent, exuding a cold aura. 

To Gwendolyn, his silence felt like a form of silent resistance. 

She wondered if he was giving her the silent treatment and bit her lip, feeling hurt. 

“Fine. You need some time to think things through, right? Take all the time you need, then! Talk to me when you’ve figured things out.” 

Frustrated, she threw the belt at him, got off the bed, and stormed out of the room. 

The atmosphere of the room turned somber as she forcefully closed the door behind her. 

As Gwendolyn entered the next room, she decided she would sleep in separate rooms with Cedrick from that point forward. 

Throughout the night, she tossed and turned, her mind buzzing with thoughts of Cedrick and his distant attitude. 

Frustration mounting, she sat up and checked her phone. 

Her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw that it was already past two in the morning, and Cedrick had yet to come and offer any consolation. 

It became increasingly evident to her that he was seriouslydering ending their relationship. 

Whatever! This is ridiculous! 

Gwendolyn nestled back into bed and pulled the covers over herself. 

I had been a while since she had slept aloneers 

over herself. 

found it somewha 

difficult to adjust. 

Neither she nor Cedrick had an easy time falling asleep that night. 

When Gwendolyn woke up the next morning 

Cedrick’s room door remained tightly shut. 

Assuming he might still be asleep, she decided to head to Angle Corporation to avoid any interaction with Cedrick. 

The sky of Salinsburg was shrouded with dark clouds, reflecting the gloomy weather that had persisted for the past two days. 

Gwendolyn sat uneasily at her desk, resting her chin on her hands and gazing absentmindedly at the drizzle outside the window. 

Images of Cedrick’s peculiar behavior from the previous night flashed through her mind, causing her to lose focus during Joanne’s report. 

It suddenly dawned on her that he had let out a groan when she kicked him off the bed. 

Knowing Cedrick’s high pain tolerance, it seemed odd that he would react that way unless he was deliberately exaggerating his misery to gain her sympathy. 

Moreover, considering Cedrick’s heavier weight and martial arts background, it seemed implausible that she could kick him off the bed so easily. 

As she dwelled on these thoughts, a realization–struck her. Something wasn’t right. 

All the signs seemed to indicate that Cedrick might be genuinely injured or weakened. 

That explained why she could effortlessly kick him off the bed. 

She slapped the table out of frustration at those thoughts. 

She had been so blinded by rage yesterday night that she had overlooked all those details. 

Now that she thought about it, Cedrick had been acting way off. 

Joanne jumped in fright at the sudden bang of the table. “Ms. Harris, did I say anything wrong?” 

“No.” Gwendolyn quickly regained her composure, realizing the disruption she had caused. 

She swiftly gathered her belongings, stating, “I have some urgent matters to attend to, Please continue with 

h your report upon my return. And if I don’t, you can proceed with it tomorrow.” 

The rain intensified in Salinsburgh that day, pouring heavily onto the city streets. 

Cedrick sat in his office at Jenson Group, his eyes dull and lifeless. 

As he observed the raindrops trickling down the windowpane, his thoughts drifted back to a conversation he had with Charles in Fairlake. 

“The virus in your body will have long–lasting effects. Eventually, you will be disabled. She may pity you at first, but what about in the long run? It has been decided that your disabled body isn’t worthy of her from the moment you were poisoned. Neither you nor I can have her!” 

Cedrick’s fists clenched tightly, his face growing pale. Exhaustion washed over him as his energy slowly seeped away. 

Perhaps it was time for him to make a decision. 

“He believed it would be better to endure temporary pain rather than prolong the excruciating experience. 

He thought that if Gwendolyn grew tired of him and started to hate him, she could eventually move on from the sadness and agony they were currently experiencing and find a better life. 

Meanwhile, Evelyn, who was sitting on a nearby sofa, was pouring herself a cup of tea. 

As the ambassador of Rossi Project, she had come to discuss the terms of her compensation as outlined in her contract with Cedrick. 

However, Cedrick had been mentally absent ever since she entered his office. He had been silently gazing at the rain outside his floor–to–ceiling window for the past half–hour. 

“Mr. Jenson, you seem to be out of sorts today. It doesn’t appear to be work–related. Did you and Ms. Harris have a recent disagreement?” 

Cedrick’s face twisted in displeasure. “Mind your words. Who do you think you are to ask me that?” 

Evelyn smiled and replied tactfully, “Okay, I won’t ask. But if you ever need my help, I will give it my all!” 

Cedrick remained unmoved by her affectionate tone. In fact, he despised it. “What do you want? Spit it out and leave.” 

Evelyn gracefully approached Cedrick as she stood up. Just as she was about to speak, Nico knocked on the door. “Mr. Jenson, Ms. Gwendolyn is here.”