Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 524

Chapter 524 Is This How You Apologize

High fevers?

Gwendolyn held her breath as her countenance turned solemn. The next moment, she turned on her heels and headed for the door. “Let's book plane tickets right now and return.”

“Calm down, Darling.” Cedrick held her by the wrist. “It's nighttime in Chanaea now. We didn't bring our private jet here this time, and we're not sure if there are flights going to Chanaea at night. Even if we leave now, the flight will be more than twenty hours long.”

Shooting him a cold look, Gwendolyn retorted, “Then are we going to sit back and do nothing? Cedrick, the kids got sick because we're away. Aren't you worried at all?”

She flung his hand away and strode out of the venue in her high heels.

Cedrick let out a long sigh and chased after her. “It's my fault this happened. I'm also worried about the kids, but it's going to take too long for us to get back. I've informed Charles about this over the phone and asked Nico to call for pediatricians from the Jenson family's medical corps.” He walked beside Gwendolyn. “Charles promised me to look after them. He'll stay with them and make sure they take their medicines and get their shots, so rest assured.”

Without saying anything, Gwendolyn walked ahead. From her frosty expression, it was obvious she was in a terrible mood. Her silence was like the calm before the storm.

His Adam's apple bobbing, Cedrick trailed behind her obediently as he racked his brains for something to say.

“Darling, the kids are still young. Getting minor sicknesses like this is a normal part of growing up...”

Gwendolyn suddenly paused in her tracks and looked back to glare at Cedrick.

Feeling her deadly stare, Cedrick quickly shut his mouth and followed her meekly.

The two of them walked back to the hotel in silence, and the entire time, Gwendolyn was on her phone looking for plane tickets.

All flights returning to Chanaea that night were fully booked, so she could only choose the earliest flight the next day. That meant it would be midnight again by the time they arrived.

Just the thought of her young children suffering from high fever made her heart ache.

At that moment, Gwendolyn wished nothing but to teleport to the children's side to take care of them.

Upon reaching the room, she began packing her things.

She had booked a six o'clock flight for the next morning, so she wouldn't have time to organize her luggage after waking up.

She had to sort out the things she needed now to save time the next day.

The atmosphere in the president suite was tense.

Cedrick stood there quietly for some time. Seeing that he was being totally ignored, he couldn't help but feel upset.

He stepped forward to lend Gwendolyn a hand, but the moment he squatted down to tidy up the luggage, she walked away.

“Gwenny? Darling...”

The lack of response from Gwendolyn suffocated Cedrick.

On their flight to Astoria, Gwendolyn had mentioned that she wouldn't let him off if anything were to happen to the kids.

Cedrick would rather she hit him to vent her anger than give him the silent treatment.

While he was thinking of that dejectedly, the sound of footsteps approached him.

Raising his head, he was met with the terrifying sight of Gwendolyn clutching a clothesline pole.

“Darling!”

Cedrick shot up to his feet and retreated in a hurry, gulping nervously.

Gwendolyn marched toward him with an intimidating aura until he was forced into the corner of the wall.

Despite his strong physique and broad shoulders, Cedrick looked weak and helpless at that moment.

“Darling, let's not resort to violence and talk this out properly instead. What you're holding is made of steel! Are you going to break my legs?”

Gwendolyn pressed the end of the clothesline pole firmly against Cedrick's chest and warned, “Cedrick Jenson, is this how you apologize?”

“I...” Cedrick was at a loss for words. He raised both arms in surrender. “I was wrong.”

“How so?”

Even after giving it a hard thought, Cedrick was unable to come up with an answer.

Gwendolyn stared at him, disappointment and disbelief evident in her eyes. “If you had stayed at home to take care of the kids and not sneaked here, Summer and Mdm. Yarde wouldn't have brought them to the garden, and they wouldn't have gotten sick. Everything could have been prevented. Cedrick, even we adults feel awful when we're running a fever. They're just kids. Don't you feel guilty that your children are suffering because of your willfulness?”