Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 419

He was taking advantage of Gwendolyn’s good mood to try his luck.

“Gwenny, can we forget the unhappy past and move on? Let’s watch TV together tonight. I will get you oranges. Sounds good?”

“No.” Gwendolyn remained unmoved.

Since he had already promised to help her, she expected him to finish his task. “Tell me honestly, how much work do you have left?”

Cedrick was rendered speechless and felt frustrated that even buying the woman her favorite fruit was not enough to save him.

With a gloomy expression, he pointed toward the documents on the coffee table.

He still had a third of the original stack left to clear.

Gwendolyn let out a laugh and said, “Do you remember the rule? You’ll get ten lashes for one unfinished page. Look at all those documents. You must be really dying to be lashed!”

Cedrick was utterly at a loss for words.

Without waiting for the man to reply, Gwendolyn had already started to pack her desk happily.

“Ceddy, hurry up and pack your stuff. I’m treating you to a good beating when we get back!”

Is she really that excited to beat me up?

Cedrick felt as if he was drowning in his own exasperation. Without saying a word, he helped to pack up the desk before lifting Gwendolyn up into his arms. Then, they got into the lift and headed down to the parking lot.

In the car, Cedrick leaned his head against Gwendolyn’s shoulder as a gesture of submission.

“Gwenny, are you really going to punish me? You know how heavy your ruler is. It will leave a mark on my skin. That will break your heart!”

Gwendolyn nodded seriously and replied, “You have a point. It would break my heart to see you get hurt!”

Cedrick was wordless. Why does it sound like she’s actually looking forward to it?

A smile crinkled the corners of Gwendolyn’s eyes as she caressed Cedrick’s cheeks to soothe his anxiousness.”

“Don’t worry. If I’m happy with your attitude, I will go easy on you.”

Cedrick kind of knew what to expect upon hearing that.

It seemed like Gwendolyn was not upset with him but just needed an excuse to punish him. He would gladly let her do it, knowing how tough it was for her to be carrying twins.

With an idea in mind, Cedrick stopped talking.

A while later, the two of them returned to Harrick Villa.

Upon arriving home, Gwendolyn headed straight to the bathroom to wash up.

Shortly after, she emerged from the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was still dripping wet, and she looked extremely alluring.

Cedrick was already kneeling on the bed, holding the mahogany ruler up with both hands in a proper and self-reflective manner. He was no longer anxious, and it appeared as if he had accepted his fate.

Although what he was doing was supposed to be rather humiliating, he still looked imposing and was emanating a dignified aura.

Leaning lazily against the wall, Gwendolyn said teasingly as a smile crept across her face, “Oh? It seems like it didn’t take you too long to figure things out.”

Cedrick nodded obediently and replied, “Gwenny, I shouldn’t have rejected the reward you offered me in the office earlier. Because of that, I deserved to be punished.”

Trying to suppress her laugh, Gwendolyn walked toward him, giving him a sidelong glance.

“Being pregnant must be really tiring for you. If hitting me makes you happy, I will gladly let you do it! Don’t worry and just whack me as hard as you like!”

“If that’s the case, how many times should I spank you, Ceddy?” the woman asked while taking the ruler from Cedrick and holding it firmly in her hands.

“As many times as you like,” Cedrick replied with his palms facing up.

“Okay then.”

Gwendolyn raised her arm and looked as if she was about to swing it down with all her might.

A look of alarm flashed across Cedrick’s face as he quickly said, “Wait, wait… maybe be more gentle? I don’t want you to tire yourself out!”

Gwendolyn was barely able to hold her laughter in any longer. However, in order to continue messing with Cedrick, she composed herself and lifted his chin with one end of the ruler.

“Are you worried that it would tire me out or that it would be painful for you?”

“Both,” the man answered honestly.

Gwendolyn continued holding back her laughter, and with a stern gaze in her eyes, she said in a punishing tone, “You really deserve a beating! It seems like you need a reminder of what it feels like when the ruler hits your skin!”