Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 385

“Craig knows about Charles stealing the S404 RNA virus. I’m not sure whether he knew about it all along, but for now, he’s the most suspicious.”

Gwendolyn pondered for a moment and shook her head. “The year when something happened to the fifteen-year-old me, though I don’t quite remember the whole story, I know very well that the one who could catch me off guard must surely be someone I know. Hector tried to mess with me previously because I hold the right of inheritance. Compared to him, Craig has nothing to do with the Harris family’s inheritance. He’s an accomplice at most. I doubt he’s the mastermind.”

Cedrick fell silent for a short while before he raised another possibility.

“Perhaps the real mastermind doesn’t have that much power? He’s only taking advantage of a privileged bigshot like Craig.”

“Yeah, I share the same sentiments.”

Cedrick caressed her head. “Don’t think about it anymore. Hurry and eat your meal. In any case, with me around, I won’t let anyone harm you.”

Gwendolyn curled her lips into a smile.

Her starry eyes glinted as she spoke in a tone laced with a hint of slyness. “They are out to hurt me. If I keep hiding, it’ll only make them do the same. But if I do something to add fuel to the fire, I’m sure it’ll trigger them to take action recklessly. The more they act, the more flaws they’ll leave behind!”

Cedrick froze. He was wholly mesmerized by the calmness in her gaze.

“What are you planning to do?”

“I’m actually not interested in the succession rights. But since everyone wants it so much, I think it’ll be better if I accept it.”

Arrogance was glistening in her eyes as she raised her head high.

Cedrick, however, was worried. “Gwenny, why don’t you think about it again at a later time? You’re pregnant now, and our wedding is next month.”

He did not want anything to happen at this juncture.

Gwendolyn nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ll take things slowly and won’t act impulsively. I’ll take good care of myself and never let anything happen to the baby and me.”

Complicated emotions churned Cedrick, but he said nothing further and lowered his head to continue eating.

…

When Gwendolyn arrived at Angle the following morning, Caesar was already inside her office waiting for her.

Seeing her enter, he immediately got up and asked, “Ms. Harris, I’m sorry for making Mr. Jenson get the wrong idea last night. Y-You guys didn’t quarrel after going back, did you?”

“Everything’s okay. Don’t worry.”

Gwendolyn wore a smile on her face as she walked toward her office chair and sat down. “What about the wound on your face?”

Caesar touched his face and smiled indifferently. “I got an ice pack from the hotel and put it over my wound last night. It’s much better now.”

Regarding that incident, Gwendolyn was truly apologetic. “I had a chat with my fiancé last night after we got home. He knows it was rash of him to hit you like that, so he said he wants to treat you to a nice meal. Why don’t we have one after work today?”

“Sure,” Caesar agreed to it readily without any hesitation. “Speaking of which, I should be the one to apologize instead. Those words Mr. Jenson said last night were right. Since I’m here in Chanaea, I should conform to the local practices. I apologize for using Erihal’s etiquette to greet you. Please excuse my impertinence.”

Seeing that, Gwendolyn saved the formalities as well. “I’m glad that you’ve thought it through. The legal department is already printing the contract. Why don’t you head to the lounge to grab a bite first?”

Caesar politely stood up. “I shan’t take up too much of your time then, Ms. Harris.”

The two exchanged a friendly smile.

Shortly after Gwendolyn turned on her computer and switched into work mode, the phone began ringing again.

It was her father, Marcus.

She answered the phone at once.

“Honey, how have you been? Do you have any severe pregnancy symptoms?”

Gwendolyn was busy typing away on the keyboard as she halfheartedly answered, “I’m all right. The symptoms can be quite bad sometimes, but you don’t have to worry, Dad. I’m fine.”

“That’s good to hear.” Marcus paused slightly before he asked in uncertainty, “Are you free this weekend?”