Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 543

Chapter 543 Give Up On Everything

Cedrick did not respond for a while. It took him some time before he could register what Gwendolyn had said.

In a flash, his eyelashes quivered uncontrollably, and his eyes reddened. “Do you have any idea what you're saying?”

Gwendolyn nodded her head firmly. “I'm perfectly sober. I know what I'm saying. Divorce is good for us both. You'll no longer get hurt, and I won't have to live in guilt anymore.”

Tears welled up in Cedrick's eyes as he plunged into extreme despair. “I tried all means to hide your condition from you because I'm worried you'll make such a decision. I didn't expect that you'll really do this after finding out about it...”

His scarred back was trembling, and his gaze was laced with agony.

“Gwenny, this is the second time you suggested a divorce. I almost gave up my life in exchange for your change of mind the other time. How many lives do you want me to give up this time?”

Gwendolyn's breath hitched. Following a deep sigh, she reached her hand out to his back, ready to continue applying the medicine for him.

Cedrick gloomily shifted away to avoid her touch.

At the sight of how heartbroken the man was, Gwendolyn softly explained, “Ceddy, that's not what I meant. I don't even know who I am when my illness acts up. I might even harm you.”

She took a deep breath and tried to rephrase herself. “With a divorce, we'll leave the kids in your custody. I'll give up on everything and lock myself up to focus on treatment. If my condition deteriorates, you'll help the kids find another kind and gentle mother to care for them. Don't be bothered about me. But if I can fully recover from the illness, we'll get back together. Do you think this works?”

“No.”

Cedrick rejected the idea decisively. “I won't agree to a divorce. Who knows if you'll fall in love with another man when you're single again? I'm five years older than you. If you decide not to like me when I turn old and ugly, wouldn't I have no more hopes of remarrying?”

Gwendolyn was rendered speechless.

There was resolution in the man's dark orbs as he added, “From now on, there is no possibility of divorce.”

Gwendolyn heaved another sigh. “Ceddy...”

“Call me 'Hubby'.” Cedrick looked away, seething inwardly.

Gwendolyn was exasperated. “I really don't want to hurt you. Like how you chose to forsake me and break your engagement with me so that I won't be wallowing in sorrow back then when your life was in danger after getting infected with the S404 RNA virus, I'm feeling the exact same way right now. Can you understand?”

Cedrick propped himself up and sat before her. “But didn't you refuse to let go of me too? I feel the same way as you did back then. Don't you understand?” he solemnly asked in return.

Gwendolyn was at a loss for words.

Cedrick grasped her hand tightly. “It's only right for husband and wife to share life's sorrows. Besides, you aren't severely ill. As Joshua said, your treatment is progressing pretty well. It'll only take at most half a year to recover. The kids and I will always be here for you.”

The two looked at each other with reddened eyes.

After pondering for a while, Gwendolyn said, “When my sickness acts up the next time, lock me up and let me stay alone. That way, I won't hurt anyone. It's probably the best solution.”

Cedrick consoled, “The next time your sickness acts up, I'll give you a sedative shot before bringing you to Joshua's place for an IV drip. Will that work?”

Gwendolyn gave it some thought and added, “You must promise not to get hurt again. Even if I try to hit you, you have to fight back. If I find new bruises when I check your body the next time I regain consciousness, I won't let you off.”

Suddenly, Cedrick inched closer to her face and leaned his nose against hers. “Gwenny, what are you going to do to me? I'm already injured. Don't tell me you bear to hit me again,” he asked, unfazed.

Gwendolyn felt a lump in her throat.

Of course not. How will I bear to hit him?

Indeed. If possible, she probably would not mind letting Cedrick get intimate with her for three consecutive days, not even if she might pass out from it. As long as she could make up for the torment she put him through the past few days, she would not mind landing herself in the intensive unit due to excessive vigorous actions on the bed.

Realizing the man probably saw through her mind, she forced a strong presence and uttered, “Anyway, I don't want to see any more injuries on your body. I won't let you off if you refuse to listen to me.”

“All right. I'll listen to you, Darling,” the man casually answered. Anything is good as long as it's not divorce.

“Lie back down. I'll apply medicine for you.”

Cedrick lay down obediently. Gwendolyn dipped her finger into the medicine and gently rubbed it on the wounds on the man's back and thighs.

Her fingers ran around his red and swollen skin.

While applying medicine to the wounds, she tried hard to think of a solution.