Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 801

All jokes aside, Gwendolyn placed the breakfast tray down on the bedside table before turning around to help him up.

“How did you fall again? Were you too tired from all the work yesterday?”

Cedrick shook his head. “My foot’s numb.”

Gwendolyn helped him back into his chair, then sat on the edge of the bed to massage his legs, alleviating the pressure on his blood flow caused by prolonged immobility.

“Feeling better now?”

He nodded. Realizing he hadn’t seen the two kids around, he asked, “Where are Benny and Zendy?”

“They just finished breakfast at the lab cafeteria and have followed Joshua and Nico to the small basketball court at the back to play badminton. It’s good for Benny to get some exercise, having been bedridden for so long.

As Gwendolyn spoke, Cedrick kept his gaze fixed on her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Why didn’t Gwenny go?”

“Because I had to come back to check on you. I haven’t even eaten yet. I heard from Nico that you haven’t been eating properly while I was away.”

Cedrick furrowed his brows, picking up on her key point.

How dare Nico tell on me? That betrayer.

It seemed as if Gwendolyn could read his thoughts. With a hint of annoyance, she jabbed her finger at his forehead and scolded in a low voice, “Don’t use this as an excuse to give Nico a hard time. It’s me who wanted him to report these things to me. And you, you really don’t take your health seriously. You’re asking for a beating.”

Cedrick stifled a laugh, far from fearing a beating. He even leaned in to plant a kiss on her soft cheek.

Gwendolyn looked at him, trying to keep a straight face while feeling helpless.

Oh well, there’s nothing I can do. I chose him, so I’ll dote on him.

She raised an eyebrow, gesturing for Cedrick to eat the breakfast on the bedside table. “Hurry up and eat. It’s not good for your stomach if the soy milk gets cold. Your irregular lifestyle in the past is one thing, but now that I’m back, we need to get your schedule back on track. If you dare to drink and smoke excessively, skip meals, or stay up all night, I won’t care for you anymore. I’ll drag you to the Jenson family’s ancestral hall and let Logan discipline you according to the Jenson family rules.”

If he was taken to the ancestral hall, it would mean that he’d be in for a good whipping.

If he really got a beating, it would take at least ten days to heal. It was incomparable to the mahogany ruler at home.

Even though he knew that she was more bark than bite, this was just a blatant threat, and she absolutely couldn’t bear the thought of him getting whipped, yet Cedrick still felt threatened.

After all, Gwendolyn did say that she would no longer take care of him.

He moved in, wrapped his arms around Gwendolyn’s slender waist, and kissed her forehead. “I understand, I’ll listen to you.”

Tsk tsk. She gently pushed his face away, not allowing him to continue his kisses.

“Hurry up and cat.”

Cedrick nodded, feeling contented.

The feeling of being constantly looked after by his wife was truly wonderful.

He picked up the breakfast tray from the bedside table, placed it on his lap, wiped his hands with a wet tissue, and then began to skillfully peel and eat the egg.

Gwendolyn sat by the bedside, quietly watching him eat.

He popped a whole boiled egg into his mouth in one go.

Gwendolyn was rendered speechless.

She frowned. Is his mouth really that big? How come I never noticed how big his mouth was when we kissed? He can fit an entire egg in there…

Even though Cedrick stuffed the whole boiled egg into his mouth, he chewed it slowly and deliberately After peeling the egg, he wiped his fingers with a wet tissue, appearing to be extremely particular about cleanliness.

Every move he made was filled with grace. As he swallowed, his Adam’s apple moved gently. He took another sip of soy milk, tilting her neck to reveal a perfect jawline. He was the epitome of sensuality, a feast for the eyes.

Even though it was just a simple dish of eggs and soy milk, he ate with the demeanor of someone enjoying a fancy Ferropenian meal, as if it was exceptionally delicious.