Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 519

Chapter 519 His Priceless Treasure Was His Wife

I'll get to have her?

Cedrick's ebony eyes gleamed with excitement.

So long as I get to have a taste of her, anything goes. Shedding a few tears and sobbing before her is nothing to be ashamed of!

He bit his lower lip, making his eyes go red-rimmed.

With tears shimmering in them, he glanced back over his shoulder at her and murmured, “I was wrong, Darling. I'd never act arbitrarily again next time. Please don't hit me anymore. My butt is all swollen.”

Dipping her eyes, Gwendolyn cast a look at the damage to his bottom.

Indeed, his skin was red and swollen under the beads of water.

She admired her handiwork. “Your butt is even more perky now. This is my brand of fluffing up the butt quickly. It's of high quality and comprehensive.”

Words eluded Cedrick.

Suppressing the desire within him, he questioned in a hoarse voice, “I've already yielded to you. Shouldn't you keep up your end of the bargain and let me have you, Darling?”

Gwendolyn put down the bath brush before giving a nod of her head.

As soon as her weapon left her hand, Cedrick grabbed her wrist and yanked her under the shower.

The aggressiveness in his eyes could no longer be masked.

“You've gotten your wish, Gwenny. Thus, shouldn't it be your turn to ache all over?”

“Ced—”

Before she had finished speaking, Cedrick's grip on her wrist increased in strength. In a trice, their positions were reversed.

She was pinned against the wall with the man covering her from the back.

Without any obstructions then, he took her without restraint.

Recalling their visit to the museum tomorrow, Gwendolyn shyly reminded, “Don't destroy me. Otherwise, how am I going out tomorrow? Exercise some restraint and take it easy.”

Cedrick did not respond to that. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he imitated her tone and declared, “This is my brand of keeping fit. It's of high quality and top-notch skills.”

That left Gwendolyn without a retort.

Gah! I was simply shooting myself in the foot!

By the time they finished showering, her knees were weak, and her waist ached so much that she could not stand upright.

Cedrick thoughtfully wrapped a towel around her and carried her to the bed in the bedroom. He then brought a blow dryer over. Standing by the bed, he helped her blow dry her hair patiently.

Bone-weary, Gwendolyn lowered her head and rested it against his waist with her eyes closed in a light sleep.

Like an exquisite doll, she allowed him to do as he pleased to her.

More than ten minutes later, her hair was finally dry. Cedrick carefully shifted her below the covers.

In the darkness, he pinned her down and kissed her on the forehead before moving to the tip of her nose.

Gwendolyn was sleeping soundly when she was awakened by his kisses.

“What are you doing instead of sleeping at this hour?”

“I'm hungry. Would you like some supper?”

Gwendolyn instantly grasped his meaning, and her temper spiked.

Inhaling deeply, she gritted her teeth. “Ced—”

No sooner had she started speaking than a pair of lips captured her soft ones.

Before she could begin to struggle and put up a fight, the man had nipped it all in the bud.

Forced into silence, she was gripped by the urge to curse him out.

D*mn it!

The first night of their honeymoon in a foreign land kicked off with a roll in the hay.

Verily, Gwendolyn was wiped out. She slumbered deeply, sleeping until late noon the next day.

Her growling stomach seemingly sensed the enticement of food and slowly cleared her groggy mind.