Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350 Get Married. 

Charles froze for a moment, not knowing what to say. I’ve done so much, but you’re saying I shouldn’t expect anything in return? Why shouldn’t I expect her to reciprocate? It doesn’t make sense to me 

He released Nico, cleaned his hand with a wet towel, and responded indifferently. “Her feelings toward me don’t matter. She is meant to be mine, and as we spend more time together, she’ll inevitably be moved and marry me!” 

After tossing away the wet towel, he glanced at the people beside him. “Keep hitting him. Show him our hospitality.” 

After issuing the command, Charles turned and walked away. Soon after, the chilling sound of a whip cutting through flesh echoed once more, causing a shudder to run through anyone who heard it. 

Charles showed no expression and left the dungeon without looking back. 

The next morning. Gwendolyn was awakened by the roaring sound of cars outside her window. 

Feeling groggy, she disregarded the sounds and rolled over, attempting to go back to sleep. 

In the past, she would not have been able to sleep at such a critical moment, but the physical burden brought by her pregnancy was beyond her control. 

After sleeping for another five minutes, someone knocked on her room door. 

It was Charles. “Gwen, freshen up. I’ll bring you to meet Nico in the dungeon.” 

Gwendolyn’s drowsiness disappeared in an instant. She sat up on the bed the called out through the door. “Are you serious?” 

She found it difficult to believe that he would allow her to meet Nico so easily. Or does he have some hidden agenda? 

Charles’ voice carried a cheerful tone, and a smile played on his lips. “I mean it. I’ll wait for you in the living hall downstairs. Come down once you’re ready.” 

Gwendolyn promptly got out of bed and efficiently started getting ready. 

Regardless of Charles’ intentions, the ability to see Nico and ensure his safety was always a favorable 

outcome. 

She descended the stairs without makeup, showcasing her natural beauty. The white fox fur coat she wore further enhanced her innocent and pure appearance. 

Charles froze for a moment when he saw her. 

It felt like a journey back in time. Gwendolyn, once again, exuded the same innocence and beauty she had seven years ago, emanating a radiant warmth. 

He got up and adjusted her coat. “Come on. Let’s go.” 

Before leaving, he gave her a hand warmer. “The dungeon is cold and humid. You have to be more careful and not catch a cold since you’re in your first trimester.” 

Gwendolyn cast a doubtful glance at him but did not give him and response. 

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Charles flashed a grin. “Don’t worry, the hand warmer is safe for pregnant women to me.” 

Gwendolyn accepted it. 

They entered the car in silence, one in front and the other behind, and headed to the dungeon. 

The dungeon was permeated with a strong odor of blood and had a high level of humidity. Gwendolyn fought the urge to vomit as she silently trailed behind Charles, walking toward a cell situated at the far end of the dungeon. 

The small window on the iron door of the cell was opened. 

Through the door, she immediately saw Nico, half-suspended by ropes, covered in blood. 

Nico, already in a semi-conscious state, appeared pale and weak, his breathing shallow. 

“You’re a monster, Charles!” Gwendolyn’s eyes reddened. She wanted to slap him at that moment, but he quickly grabbed her wrist, holding it firmly in his grip. 

“I only gave him a few lashes. He won’t die for now. But it upsets me to see how much more you care about Cedrick’s lackey than you care about me,” he said, his teeth clenched and his eyes filled with 

resentment. 

“Gwen, I know you’ve been trying to secretly acquire the antidote before the wedding. If you refuse to marry me obediently, I won’t keep my promise either! If you dare to deceive me, I’ll give Nico two bottles of sulfuric acid, just like what Cedrick used to splash on me in the past. And I’ll make sure he experiences every form of torture available in the dungeon!” Charles threatened. 

Considering her pregnancy, he carefully released his grip on Gwendolyn’s wrist. It was a rare moment of restraint for him as he refrained from losing his temper and forcefully pushing her aside. 

Gwendolyn remained silent, her gaze fixed on the barely conscious Nico inside the cell. Her heart ached so much that even breathing became difficult. She forcefully dug her nails into her palm, suppressing the roaring anger inside her. 

Charles continued, “You have the option to keep the child, but for the next few days, you must stay obediently in the small apartment. No tricks on our wedding day either. Once the wedding is over, I’ll honor my word and release Nico, sending him back to Chanaea with the antidote. This is my promise to you.” 

Gwendolyn pursed her lips tightly. 

She saw it as a reasonable deal, using herself as a bargaining chip to secure the safety of Nico and her baby and obtain the Super Antiviral. 

“All right. But you must promise to stop torturing Nico. And to prove my sincerity in marrying you…” Gwendolyn paused, slowly slipping off the emerald ring from her finger. Placing it in her palm, she extended her hand toward Charles, offering him the symbol of her commitment. 

This was the only close-range weapon she had for self-defense. She willingly surrendered it to Charles as proof of her sincerity. 

Charles was pleased with the outcome. “I’ll not beat him anymore. Today, I will arrange for a doctor to come and treat him. He will also be taken care of with good food and drink. Are you happy with this arrangement?” 

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“You better keep your promise,” Gwendolyn uttered. 

“Don’t worry,” Charles grinned, extending his hand to check the temperature of the hand warmer “Let’s go. The dungeon is too cold for you, especially considering you’re pregnant 

Gwendolyn remained silent, her heart filled with sympathy for Nico as she cast him a sorrowful look before turning away and leaving the dungeon. 

After they left, Nico’s hands, which had been suspended all night, were finally released. 

As his body hit the ground, the pain jolted him awake. His arm was dislocated, making it difficult for him to exert any strength. 

He struggled to sit up but immediately felt his body go limp again, slipping into a semi-conscious state. 

“Hey, are you still okay? Are you still alive? Can you give me a response if you can hear me?” The sound of a worried girl resonated from the neighboring cell. She spoke in Chanacan, not an Epean language. 

Nico, who was in a daze, regained his consciousness slightly. With his throat feeling dry, he let out a faint hum in response. 

From the iron window high up on the wall, he could hear the girl audibly sighing in relief.