Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 535

Chapter 535 A Present And Beautiful Misunderstanding

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Briefly stunned, the chief lowered his gaze and gave his nose an awkward scratch. “No. I have been fully focused on this terrible attack on you and haven't met any outsiders.”

Seeing through the chief's expression, Gwendolyn and Cedrick exchanged glances.

“Fine. In that case, I have no further questions.”

Upon gaining Gwendolyn's acceptance, the chief breathed a soft sigh of relief in front of the blackboard. He then used a tissue to wipe off the sweat that had broken out across his forehead out of anxiety.

While escorting Gwendolyn and Cedrick out of the police station, Neal asked, “The criminal who struck Ms. Harris behind the head is being punished. Do both of you want to see him?”

Gwendolyn shook her head in response. “Forget it. Just get the police to continue his severe punishment, Mr. Gray. Mr. Jenson and I have spent too much time in Astoria. It's been a long time since we have seen the children, so we feel like going home.”

“All right then.” Neal gave her an understanding nod before turning toward Cedrick. “In that case, Mr. Jenson, do you want to bring the criminal back to Chanaea for questioning?”

Cedrick helped Gwendolyn walk with his arm wrapped around her waist. “Since Gwenny has asked you to punish him heavily, so be it. He is, after all, an Astorian citizen and not the mastermind. Going through the extradition process for just a henchman is too troublesome and entirely unnecessary.”

Neal nodded in agreement.

“Don't worry, Mr. Jenson. Even though the lorry driver is now an Astorian citizen, I'll make sure he gets the best medical care. Once he recovers, he will definitely be dealt with severely.”

However, Cedrick retorted in a nonchalant tone, “He's nothing but a scapegoat planted at the very last minute.”

The words stunned Neal slightly. As the crown prince of Astoria, Cedrick's insinuation wasn't lost upon him. Nonetheless, all he responded with was a wry smile.

Just as they left the police station and were about to enter the armored car to return to the hotel, Cedrick turned around and said, “Neal, your police chief isn't on your side. You had better be careful as someone like this might impede your ascension to the throne.”

The moment he finished, Cedrick help Gwendolyn into the car before joining her inside.

After the door slammed shut, the pale-looking Neal was left standing in the dust.

As he watched the armored car gradually disappear, Neal discreetly gave the deputy police chief a call.

“Find out who your boss has met with recently, and be discreet about it.”

On the way back to the hotel, Cedrick and Gwendolyn didn't say a word due to the presence of the Astorian police.

It wasn't until the door to the presidential suite was closed behind him that Cedrick remarked, “From the police chief's reaction, it's clear that the person he met must be someone important. I'm guessing it was either Paul or Annie.”

Gwendolyn flashed a faint smile as she locked gazes with him. “That is exactly what I thought, too.”

Wrapping his arms around Gwendolyn's waist, he asked, “What do you plan to do, Darling?”

“We'll head home first. After that, I'll play hardball with them by plundering Paul's resources and ending the partnerships Annie has on hand. As for everything else they have done, I'll make them pay for it one by one due to their distinguished position.”

Cedrick gave her forehead a peck. “We'll do whatever you say, Gwenny.”

The bandage around Gwendolyn's head made it difficult for her to shower. Hence, Cedrick carried her to the dry area in the bathroom and slowly wiped her body with a hot towel that he personally wrung.

After that, both of them went to bed comfortably.

In the middle of the night, Gwendolyn couldn't sleep well due to the dull pain in the back of her head.

However, her eyelids felt so heavy that she just couldn't open her eyes.

Clenching her fists, she felt rage swelling up within her inexplicably.

I need to vent... to shed blood...

“What's wrong, Gwenny?”

Holding her in his arms, Cedrick, who was sleeping lightly, could feel the sudden tension in her back.

He turned on the bedside lamp and scrutinized her. “Are you feeling any discomfort?”

As the grogginess Gwendolyn felt gradually dissipated, she suddenly realized that she couldn't speak or move a single muscle.

It was a strange sensation, similar to cases of sleep paralysis she had heard about.

After struggling for a while with all her might, she slowly drifted back into a deep sleep once she had drained all her energy.

When Cedrick checked her breathing and noticed that it had returned to a steady state, he sighed in relief, thinking that she had just been having a nightmare.

With that, both of them slept peacefully in each other's arms for the rest of the night.