Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 599

Gwendolyn drove back to Harrick Villa that night.

Cedrick was not at the Federal Bureau of Investigation; he seemed to have gone back to the Jenson residence. Thus, she wanted to spare him the trouble of picking her up.

When she reached home, she walked past the garden to find only the study was lit.

At that realization, she entered the house and went straight to the study.

The study’s door was ajar, revealing Cedrick sitting at the office desk, his gaze fixed, albeit distant, on an unknown spot. Clearly, he was deeply engrossed in his thoughts.

He looked somber as if something had happened.

Finding his behavior puzzling, Gwendolyn quietly entered the room and made her way to the back of his office chair.

Cedrick was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not even notice the woman entering.

“What’s wrong, Hubby? Did something happen?”

With her dainty digits, she gently squeezed his broad shoulders and massaged them.

Her familiar voice and the sensation of her fingers kneading his shoulders pulled Cedrick back to reality.

He took the hands that were massaging his shoulders and kissed them. “Yael hid Xander. When I went to see him, he told me that there was a hidden reason behind my parents death, and he used that to threaten me to let Xander off.”

Gwendolyn frowned at what she heard. “Does he really know the cause? If Mom and Dad really got into an accident back then, why don’t you just ask Grandpa about it?”

Cedrick sighed dejectedly. That was where the problem lay.

Earlier that day, Cedrick had gone to ask Valentino, who shook his head firmly and denied there was anything more to the matter. Everything the latter said was precisely what he told Cedrick since young- nothing more, nothing less.

In fact, Cedrick pressed on until the point where Valentino lost his temper and threatened to punish the former if he continued bringing up the past and invoking his sadness.

Nonetheless, Valentino’s overreaction proved there may be more to the matter like what Yael suggested.

As Cedrick pondered upon it, he recounted every single detail to Gwendolyn because of his unconditional trust for her.

At the end of the recount, Gwendolyn nodded in agreement. “Grandpa has always been a composed and mature person: The fact that he’s threatening to punish you does sound like an overreaction, but perhaps he has always been sensitive toward that matter.”

The couple fell silent at the same time.

After mulling over the matter, Gwendolyn finally asked, “What are you planning to do? Are you going to let Xander off in exchange for the secret?”

That was exactly what put Cedrick in a dilemma.

He glanced at the picture frame on the table–it was a picture of his parents when they were younger.

As someone who missed out on his parents‘ love since young, the idea of someone plotting his parents‘ death instead of it being an accident was a complete shock to him.

As much as he wanted to find out the truth, he did not want to let Xander off.

“Grandpa’s not the only one affected by Xander’s mistake. When he joined forces with Paul, you got dragged into the matter, too, and was brought to the police station. I don’t have the right to forgive him, let alone let Yael use this as leverage to threaten me.”

Gwendolyn let out an audible sigh. “You don’t have to worry about me. Being brought to the police station isn’t a big deal. It all boils down to how much you think Yael’s words can be trusted.”

Turning his head to look at her, he asked, “What do you think, Gwenny?”

“It’s hard to say, but he’s using this as his trump card. I have a feeling he never would’ve used it if Xander hadn’t gotten into trouble this time. If we analyze it from this point of view, I believe his words can still be trusted.”

Cedrick fell into deep thought before uttering, “I need to think about this. But first, I’ll re–investigate what happened back then and look for clues before accepting Cedrick’s terms.”

Gwendolyn did not want to see him worrying about the matter anymore since he already had a plan in mind. As such, she went around his chair and sat on his thighs.

“That’s enough thinking for tonight. Let’s talk about this tomorrow morning.”

Cedrick wrapped his hand around her waist almost instinctively despite feeling surprised by how proactive she was.

“Gwenny, you’re different tonight.”

Gwendolyn tilted her head with a smile, her gaze mesmerizing. “In what way?”

She had successfully distracted him, drawing his attention to herself.