Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 787

Megan glanced at Cedrick with an awkward smile, chuckled sheepishly, and then settled back into her seat.

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn returned her gaze to Cedrick, seizing the opportunity to study him while he remained lost in desolation, his eyes fixed on the ground.

When he finally looked up, she quickly averted her eyes, avoiding eye contact. Resuming a calm tone, she asked, “Since you claim to be my husband, what evidence do you have to prove it?”

Cedrick pondered for a moment before reaching into his pocket and taking out his phone. With trembling fingers, he tapped the screen and clicked into the photo album, showing Gwendolyn a family photo of the four of them taken in the hospital’s lab.

Gwendolyn glanced at it placidly. “Photos can be edited. Since you came prepared, it’s only normal for you fabricate these.”

She was implying that she still didn’t buy his claim.

Cedrick sighed, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he began to explain, “We have a pair of five-year-old twins. The older one is a boy named Benedict Jenson, and the younger one is a girl named Zendaya Harris. They have different surnames because you personally arranged it that way, considering their involvement in the inheritance rights of both the Jenson and Harris families. During the year when you were pregnant, many things happened. Your father fell from the stairs and passed away in the hospital. You were questioned about whether you were truly the heiress of the Harris family. All those burdens took a toll on your emotions, causing them to become unstable and often go out of control…”

He paused and slowly rolled up his left sleeve, revealing his muscular forearm.

As he was clenching his fist firmly, his skin was taut, revealing the veins bulging underneath.

He turned his forearm slightly, showing two rows of bite marks that had left a small, fading scar.

Cedrick gently caressed the scar with his fingertips, his eyelashes trembling as he spoke hoarsely. “This scar is from when I stopped you from eating oranges during a manic episode. You bit me hard, and it hurt so badly…”

The pain from that bite was excruciating, but nothing compares to the agony of her not remembering me and not choosing me.

Gwendolyn turned her face away, not looking at the bite mark. Her calm expression seemed indifferent, as if she was unaffected by what he just said.

Megan observed their expressions back and let out a sigh as she shook her head, uncertain of what she should say.

Matters concerning these young people were beyond her intervention, so all she could do was listen quietly.

The courtyard fell into a tranquil silence.

With a composed demeanor, Gwendolyn said, “Stories can be fabricated. Saying all this won’t make me believe you. There are so many people with ill intentions nowadays. If I wasn’t cautious, I would’ve believed Charles, and you wouldn’t even have the chance to tell me all this. It’s not that I’m deliberately singling you out. I hope you understand.”

She sounded so apathetic, as though she was an interviewer evaluating a candidate.

Cedrick remained squatting by her feet, his head hanging low. He remained silent for quite some time.

For some reason, he felt that Gwendolyn was trying to console him and tell him that she was merely trying to protect herself now that she had lost her memories.

Yet, in just a few seconds, he dismissed the thought.

How can she possibly be comforting me when she doesn’t even remember me? It’s nothing but wishful thinking.

Gwendolyn gazed at the dejected man, who was still crouching at her feet, wallowing in sorrow. With a tinge of tenderness, she asked, “Aren’t your legs sore from squatting like this for so long?”

Cedrick shook his head. Squatting is nothing. If there weren’t any outsiders watching, I would even kneel and slap myself to atone for my sins until she remembers me.

Gwendolyn inquired further, “You mentioned earlier that you have two five-year-old kids. At such a young age, children need their parents’ company. Are you really planning to stay here overnight instead of being with your children?”

Her tone sounded distant and unwelcoming, as if she was chasing him away and making it clear that he was not welcome there.

Cedrick hesitated for a moment before resolutely shaking his head.

He would be wherever his wife was.

Nothing could ever change that.

Gwendolyn frowned slightly, seemingly impatient. “You really won’t leave? We can’t accommodate all of you here. Your children must be upset without someone to keep them company. You claim to love me and your kids, yet you’re leaving them alone. How can I believe your words?”