Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 790

Concealing the emotions in her eyes, Gwendolyn put down the comb and went to the basin to freshen up, ignoring the man.

After a few more minutes, her forehead was slightly damp, and though her fair and clean cheeks were devoid of any makeup, she still looked fresh and attractive. As she walked out of the restroom slowly, her gaze inadvertently shifted toward the man in the dark military overcoat standing by the door.

There was a newly lit cigarette between the man’s fingertips.

It’s been only a few minutes, and he’s already lighting another cigarette. Two cigarettes at night and two in the morning. Does he even care about his lungs?

Seemingly noticing her gaze, Cedrick slowly turned his head and met her eyes.

However, after just two seconds of eye contact, he averted his gaze in dejection and resumed smoking.

Frowning, Gwendolyn swiftly walked over and tried to snatch the cigarette from his hand. “Stop smoking,” she said firmly.

Afraid that she might accidentally hurt herself, Cedrick moved his hand out of the way to prevent the spark on the cigarette butt from burning her.

Despite so, his handsome face wore an arrogant expression, devoid of the sorrowful look he had last night.

“My wife is the only person in this world who has a say in my actions. Since you claim not to be my wife, you have no right to interfere with my matters.”

Gwendolyn’s expression turned cold, though she attempted to conceal the displeasure in her eyes. “I may not be your wife, but I still have the right to intervene.”

Assertively, she snatched the cigarette butt from his hand, threw it on the ground, and stamped it out.

“Megan and I don’t smoke, yet you’re making the house stink with smoke and subjecting us to inhaling second-hand smoke. Don’t you think that’s too much?”

What she said made sense, and she seemed genuinely furious, her strong aversion to the smoke evident.

Despite her anger and aversion to the smoke, she did not express any concern about the potential health consequences of smoking for him.

Cedrick’s complexion grew slightly paler as he swallowed the bitterness welling up inside him. Avoiding her fierce gaze, he mustered a weak smile.

“You’re right. It was wrong of me to do so. I’ll go somewhere further to smoke then.”

As Cedrick stood up to leave and put the pack of cigarettes back into his pocket, a sudden gust of wind brushed past his ear. Instinctively, he tilted his head to dodge the incoming attack, but to his surprise, he felt a delicate hand grab his back collar.

Annoyed, he attempted to strike back, but he didn’t dare to use too much force, afraid of hurting Gwendolyn.

The woman evaded his counterattack and deftly showcased her skills in jiu-jitsu without holding back.

The two of them then started fighting at the doorway.

When Megan heard the commotion from the kitchen, she rushed out to mediate. “Oh my, what’s happening? Why are you fighting?”

Cedrick was caught off guard by Megan’s sudden appearance, and he eased up on his defensive movements as he glanced at her.

Seizing the opportunity when he was distracted by Megan, Gwendolyn skillfully executed a shoulder throw, directly knocking down the tall man.

With her knee pressing down on his lower back, she swiftly pinned his hands, locking them behind his back, and skillfully used the sleeves of his own coat to bind his hands together.

Cedrick didn’t dare struggle, for he was afraid of hurting her.

The entire process was swift, taking only a few seconds.

Fueled by her anger, Gwendolyn stood up and lifted Cedrick by his collar. Pressing down on his restrained hands, she raised her knee and delivered two swift kicks to his sturdy buttocks.

“Ouch, that hurts…”

He was certain that his buttocks were undoubtedly bruised.

Her kicks packed significantly more force compared to when he kicked Nico.

Cedrick felt his legs tremble, but he took a deep breath to hold back groans of pain as he continued to let her beat him.

Behind them stood Megan, who was stunned by Gwendolyn’s impressive combat strength.

Meanwhile, Charles, who had just finished washing up, leaned against the wall and kept his eyes trained on Gwendolyn’s face, observing her expression carefully.

Outside in the courtyard, Nico, who had just returned from a two-kilometer morning run, witnessed the one-sided fight as well.

His eyes widened in utter shock.

Is this considered domestic violence?

Gwendolyn continued launching kicks at Cedrick, aiming only at fleshy parts to avoid causing serious injuries to his bones.

After teaching him a lesson, she reached into his pocket and took out the cigarette pack before coldly releasing him.

The cigarette pack was then thrown to the ground, and Gwendolyn stepped on it, crumpling it in the process.

Narrowing her eyes in disgust, she glared at the cigarette pack. Then, as though still not satisfied enough, she kicked it far away.

After handling the cigarettes, she fixed her gaze on the back of Cedrick’s head and delivered a stern warning. “I’ll say this once, and only once. I despise cigarettes, and I can’t stand it even if you smoke elsewhere. The mere smell of smoke nauseates me. I don’t care if you’re some important figure in Salinsburgh. As long as you’re here, you must abide by my rules. If you dare to smoke or provoke me again, I won’t hesitate to teach you a lesson once more. Feel free to test my patience if you dare.”