Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 797

“He’s likely played like a pawn, oblivious to everything. I think he’s driven here solely by obsessive determination,” she replied.

Gwendolyn stifled a laugh and continued, “I might as well leverage this about of amnesia to extinguish his hopes of ever getting together with me, sooner rather than later. It’s high time that he moves on with his life and stops pining for me. After all, I’m already Mrs. Jenson.”

Cedrick was elated to hear her utter the words “Mrs. Jenson.”

“So, when you said you’d choose me at the hospital, was it for Charles’ benefit as well?” he asked.

Gwendolyn cradled his face with her hands and looked into his eyes. “It seems you noticed Charles lurking at the door back then?”

He merely smiled and gave nothing away.

With his vigilant nature, how could he not have noticed Charles’ presence? He simply chose to ignore it.

“Why aren’t you answering it, Gwenny? Did you really say it for Charles’ benefit? Do you still care for him? If Gwenny truly suffered from amnesia and was first found by him, would she not have chosen him instead?

He kept the final question to himself.

He dared not gamble on the outcome.

Gwendolyn gently pinched his face. “Indeed, I intended for Charles to hear it, but it was also a genuine confession. I’ve chosen you in this life, Hubby. I will have no one else as my husband.”

Cedrick released her waist. He slowly straightened his thighs, with knees still chafed against the Lego pieces, as he embraced her with a single hand and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

His kiss was gentle, brimming with the longing and affection that had built up over these days. It was as if he was savoring a rare treasure. Despite the humble posture, there was no sense of debasement. He was the dominant force in this kiss.

As their kisses deepened, their breaths grew ragged.

His heart pounded with a wild, irrepressible fervor that was utterly overwhelming.

Gwendolyn was almost robbed of her breath. Struggling to breathe, she pushed against his shoulders to end the reunion kiss.

Wiping the corners of her slightly reddened lips, she avoided Cedrick’s intense gaze, reached for the ruler nearby, and changed the subject. “Now that I no longer have to feign amnesia in front of you, let’s settle the score for your smoking.”

Cedrick’s lips curled into an indulgent and doting smile. “Sure.”

Gwendolyn caught her breath and tried to avoid his seductive eyes.

“Given that you could smoke four in my presence the other day, be honest and tell me, how many did you smoke in this period?” she asked.

Cedrick pondered a moment before refuting, “Gwenny, you’re exaggerating. I only smoked three the other day. The fourth one was barely lit. I hadn’t taken more than two drags before you tossed it away.”

Gwendolyn frowned in displeasure. “What difference does it make between three and four? Are you intentionally nitpicking? Do you take pride in going through three cigarettes in a matter of hours?”

“No…”

She grew more irate. How could his lungs withstand such reckless indulgence?

Swinging the ruler in the air, she was eager for action. “Which hand did you smoke with? Show me.”

Cedrick hesitated, then obediently extended his left hand, palm up.

A sharp smack rang out as the uncompromising ruler struck his hand.

He immediately felt a sharp pain emanating from his palm.

Cedrick furrowed his brows slightly. He remained still, looking down at his hand, which was gradually reddening.

It hurt, as always.

The pain felt reassuringly familiar.

He felt a catch in his throat, overjoyed at the sense of familiarity.

“How could you still smile after getting punished?” Gwendolyn looked at him quizzically.

He reigned in the sting in his nose. With a smile still tugged at his lips, he said, “This sensation is surprisingly comforting.”

It was a physical reassurance that his wife was back. She had not lost her memories, nor had she forgotten about him.

Gwendolyn stifled a laugh and asked with feigned seriousness, “You still haven’t answered me. How many cigarettes did you smoke in my absence? Did you ever smoke in front of Zendy or Benny?”

“Perhaps…” He mulled it over, “Roughly…”

“I want the truth,” Gwendolyn warned.

“About two packs. I never smoked in front of them, but Benny did detect the smell once.”

Gwendolyn’s brows furrowed deeply. “How many cigarettes are there in a pack? Twenty?”

“The one I smoke is a pack of ten,” he replied gingerly.

“So, in just ten days’ time, you’ve smoked about twenty cigarettes? Cedrick, you might as well eat those cigarettes! Even Benny managed to detect the smell. Did he cough?” she demanded.

Cedrick shook his head. “No. I haven’t slept well these past few days. I took to smoking to ease the dullness and didn’t really keep track of how much I smoked. Benny caught the scent one day even after I had taken a bath, and the scent had faded. I don’t think it should have affected him.”