Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332 Bullied Cedrick 

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When Asher came in with a feather duster in hand, Kieran peeked at the terrifying weapon and remained calm, seemingly approving of the former’s behavior. 

On the contrary, Treyton was startled and immediately stood up to stop Asher. 

“Asher, you 

can’t hit him! He’s weak now because of his fever. You’re all worked up now and might lose control of yourself. What if you accidentally kill him? What will you tell Kiddo when she’s back?” 

Regardless of the circumstances, Gwendolyn was always an effective shield. 

At the mention of her name, Asher regained his rationality. 

Nevertheless, he did not put the duster down. Cedrick, lying on the bed, spoke up just then. 

“Considering the grudges between us, it’s pointless to beat me up and vent your anger. If you have the guts, you should beat me to death straight away,” he provoked. 

The rage within Asher burned more vehemently than ever before. 

“Very well. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll see to it to kill you today!” he snapped. 

“Asher, no! Calm down! He’s a patient. Just treat him as someone who lost his mind from high fever. Don’t bother with him!” 

Treyton blocked Asher with all his might while turning his head around to shoot Cedrick a glare in frustration. “Will it kill you to keep your mouth shut? You’re so annoying even I feel like hitting you!” 

Cedrick did not respond. 

He and Asher were not only competitors but also enemies. 

The latter had even sent someone to assassinate him in Lightspring before, causing him to suffer heavy injuries. By the time Cedrick returned, Gwendolyn had acquired Wright Construction Group. 

If it weren’t for the fact that Gwendolyn was between them, Cedrick would have fought Asher for real. He only held back because he didn’t want to make things difficult for Gwendolyn. 

Now that Cedrick was sick, Asher even visited to mock him. Since Gwendolyn wasn’t around, Cedrick didn’t have to put on a nice front. 

Thanks to Treyton’s interference, the commotion in the room was somehow contained. Asher only managed to swat the feather duster at the bed a few times without hitting Cedrick. 

As the menacing sound of the air being sliced through rang out again and again, the feathers on the duster broke free, fluttering freely around the room. 

Despite all that was going on, Cedrick was unscathed. 

He covered his mouth with his fist and repeatedly coughed, no trace of fear on his pale countenance as he waited for the blow unmoving. 

Asher couldn’t reach Cedrick, and he also knew that it wasn’t honorable to hit a man in his sick bed. 

With nowhere to vent his anger, he raised the duster and whipped Treyton’s arm. 

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Chapter 332 Bullied Cedrick 

Following a crisp snap, Treyton grabbed his own arm and turned to Asher with widened eyes. 

“Ow, it hurts! Asher, can you aim better? You hit me!” 

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“That’s right! I did that on purpose! How dare you betray me after just a few days of taking care of him? Since you’re so protective of him, take the beating for him!” 

Treyton was flabbergasted by the turn of the events. 

Although he felt wronged, he didn’t dare to dodge because of the fear instilled in him by the beatings from Asher since childhood. 

He could only shield his head with his arms pitifully. 

Realizing that Asher was going to hit Treyton, Cedrick ignored his coughing fits and forced himself up from the bed unsteadily to shield Treyton. 

Yet before Asher could land another hit on Treyton, Kieran grabbed his weapon from the back. 

“That’s enough. You’re looking like a joke,” Kieran said coldly. 

Then, he snorted and continued, “If you want to teach Cedrick a lesson, it’s easy. I have a drug that can put someone in so much pain that it sucks the life out of them, but it does no harm to the body. Want to give it a try?” 

Cedrick had just stood up when he heard Kieran. Although his expression remained unchanged, his back stiffened. 

Frail from sickness, he collapsed back into bed weakly. 

Asher let go of the duster and allowed Kieran to take it. When the former noticed that Cedrick had stopped taunting and looked less overbearing than earlier, his anger subsided. 

“That’s a good idea! It’s the best way to punish a crazy dog who loves taunting and acting tough,” he expressed his agreement with Kieran’s proposal. 

Placing the duster on the bedside table, Kieran returned to the dressing table and continued to prepare the drug. 

Meanwhile, Treyton walked around Asher and approached Kieran, whispering, “Kieran, are you really going to drug him? It will be embarrassing if people find out that we ganged up on a sick man. Why don’t we just let this go?” 

Kieran ignored him and focused on his task at hand. 

Since Treyton couldn’t get through to Kieran, he turned around and began convincing Asher. 

“Asher, you know very well how mean Kieran’s ideas are. Kiddo is a grudgeful girl. If she comes back and finds out we tortured Cedrick in various ways, she’s going to be upset!” 

“We can just keep it from her,” Asher sneered. 

“But Cedrick can talk. She will still find out if he tells on us.” 

Kieran chimed in, “I’ll make him mute with drugs.” 

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“Wonderful. We can just tell Kiddo that he can’t speak because of the virus in his body. Doesn’t that solve it?” Asher said. 

“But…” Treyton was stumped for words for a while. After glancing at Cedrick with sympathy, he went on, “But he has hands. He could tattletale on us by writing!” 

“Then I’ll paralyze him with drugs,” Kieran retorted indifferently. 

Bobbing his head, Asher agreed, “It’s exhausting to take care of a paralyzed man for long. When Kiddo gets sick of him, we can get a new brother–in–law. That’s perfect!” 

Totally out of ideas, Treyton could only look at Cedrick and silently wish him good luck. 

Cedrick did not show much reaction. With his blank expression, he looked weary and sickly. 

He suppressed his coughs and ripped off the cooling patch on his forehead before curling under the blanket snugly. 

After a long silence, he finally uttered feebly, “I want to nap. Please leave.”