Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 606

Chapter 606 Cured Of Mania

Cedrick stared at Gwendolyn with resentment in his ebony eyes. “I didn't. I merely think that I need to do some self-reflection on why my wife is gaming with another woman after dinner while leaving me to sleep alone.”

“Huh?” Gwendolyn eyed him strangely.

What does he mean by alone? Am I not right here?

After giving careful consideration to her words, she chose to sweet-talk him. “Didn't we agree on not having any intense workout tonight? Can't I even game?”

Cedrick cast a surreptitious glance at her phone screen and saw that her teammate had already sent her a question mark as she remained motionless behind a bush.

“I'm not saying that we must have some intense workout. But... gaming and keeping me company are not mutually exclusive. Your gaming expert of a husband is right beside you, but you're gaming with Treyton's fiancée. Do you think that's appropriate, Gwenny?”

When Gwendolyn heard the sound of a notification indicating that her in-game teammate had sent her a message, she perfunctorily murmured in response. Then, she lowered her eyes and continued gaming.

Cedrick heaved a sigh. He shifted the Lego pieces to face her in the most conspicuous spot where she could see them from the corner of her eye and could not ignore them even if she wanted to.

“It's my problem that you're unwilling to keep me company. In this case, I'll kneel on the Lego pieces for however long you game, Darling.” His voice was ever so mournful.

“No, don't do that!”

Gwendolyn shot her hands out before he could drop to his knees, placing her palms on the edges of the Lego pieces and effectively stopping him from kneeling on them.

In the face of the man's tantrum and his pitiful yet aggrieved gaze, she relented and coaxed, “I won't start another game with Jennifer after finishing this round. You can game instead, and I'll play support for you. How about that?”

Cedrick knew that it was the furthest he could push his luck since finishing a game that had already started was a fundamental principle in gaming.

“Okay. I'll wait for you, Darling.”

“Quick, put them back into the wardrobe.” Gwendolyn pointed at the Lego pieces. “Don't take them out to blackmail me anymore.”

Having no desire for his knees to be bruised by the Lego pieces, Cedrick swiftly threw them back into the wardrobe.

He sat behind her with his arms around her waist, watching quietly as she finished the game.

As the in-game victory announcement rang out, Gwendolyn's fingers flew across the keyboard.

She told Jennifer that she could not continue gaming with her and urged her to sleep earlier.

Getting his wish, Cedrick logged in to the game and took Jennifer's place.

A few minutes later, his phone dinged with a WhatsApp message notification.

It was from Treyton.

There was only a single word in the chat box, and it read: Master.

Cedrick's lips curved into a devilish smirk. Evil to the core, he resolutely replied: Good boy.

Disregarding the possibility that the man might blow a fuse after reading that message, he logged out of WhatsApp and focused on gaming with his wife before sleep.

It was a wonderful night at Harrick Villa.

On the contrary, it was exceedingly tormenting for Xander, who was in a detention cell at the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Even when night fell, Raoul and the others refused to allow him a sip of the water an officer had delivered sometime in the day.

Worse still, they disdained the strong metallic stench of blood on him and locked him in the toilet.

Xander wished for nothing more than to pass out right then and there. If that happened, he would be sent to the medical room for treatment and at least have a breather.

Unfortunately, none of the injuries on him hit vital organs. They were merely immensely painful yet not fatal. He remained as sober as ever and could only endure the waves of excruciating agony coursing through him.

His expensive gold-rimmed glasses had been snapped by Raoul. Suffering from acute short-sightedness, he grew even more fearful when he could not see clearly.

The foul smell in the toilet was also assailing his sanity relentlessly, challenging his endurance toward it.

Under such circumstances, he could not sleep at all. Even the act of breathing had pain rack his entire body.

All he could do was curl up in a corner, keeping as far as possible a distance from the filthy and smelly toilet bowl.