Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 351

She began to grow nervous at his prolonged silence.

“Are you still there, Mister? You didn’t faint, did you?”

“No.” Nico closed his eyes wearily. “I’m exhausted and would like to take a nap,” he murmured.

“No! Don’t fall asleep!”

She banged madly on the wall to keep him awake. “You’re badly hurt, and you might never wake up if you fall asleep!”

Nico was amused.

Having been training in the barracks with Cedrick from a young age, he would not die that easily.

Aside from Cedrick and Gwendolyn, she was the first person who cared so deeply for him without knowing who he was. It gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling.

“Mister? Are you asleep? Or are you almost dead?”

An urgent hammering on the wall sounded again.

“No.”

She heaved a sigh of relief. “I’ll keep you company if you’re feeling sleepy. Would you like to hear a story?”

“Do you know any scary ones?”

“Uh… Aren’t we living through one right now?”

Nico gazed weakly about the cell and chuckled.

Indeed, it was quite eerie.

“I know some morbid jokes, Mister.”

“This dungeon is morbid enough.”

“Mine are more morbid than that.”

Bonding over their chat, the pair passed a pleasant half an hour in each other’s company.

They stopped when the doctor, who was arranged by Charles, arrived to administer Nico’s medication.

Once more, Charles sent Gwendolyn back to the condominium on the outskirts of town.

He even reduced the area she was permitted access to from her block to her unit.

Gwendolyn did not complain, nor was she displeased. She only asked him for several books on childcare to kill time with.

In regard to her meals, however, Charles did his best to oblige her requests.

Being two and a half weeks pregnant, Gwendolyn began exhibiting symptoms of morning sickness and drowsiness—signs of hormonal imbalance. In response, Charles employed a female gynecologist who would show up every afternoon to examine her and diagnose the appropriate remedies.

One day at noon, Charles received a summon from Kylie.

“Mother.”

He stood dutifully before her across the coffee table.

She set down the cup of coffee with a grave expression. “Be honest with me. Is the child in the belly of the woman you brought—that Ms. Harris—yours?”

Charles was momentarily taken aback. Keeping his gaze fixed on the ground, he answered, “Yes.”

“Are you still lying to defend her?”

Kylie lost her temper and overturned her unfinished cup to the ground. The coffee splashed onto her hand.

As the floor beneath the coffee table was lined with carpet, the impact hardly caused a stir.

In response, Charles marched around the coffee table, knelt beside her, and wiped her hand with a damp towel.

As she watched his act of devotion, Kylie felt her rage subside. She spoke again, employing a tone of earnest patience.

“You’re not thinking straight, Charlie! I’ve done some digging and found that she is engaged in Chanaea. Besides, I saw the way you looked last night. The child must be fathered by her fiance there.”