Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 322 Not The Grilled Meat I Think

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“Didn’t I send you a text saying that I will be eating out and coming back late tonight? Why did you come looking for me?”

Cedrick frowned unhappily. “I feel restless because I haven’t seen you the whole day. When I finally make it through the day, it feels unbearable to even waste a single minute.”

Gwendolyn couldn’t help blushing in front of Jasmine and Triss. After struggling briefly, she whispered, “You… Put me down first…”

Cedrick tightened his grip on her as he leaned closer to her ear and spoke in a voice that was only audible to them. “Don’t forget our pact, Gwenny.”

They had agreed that Gwendolyn would try her best to act as if she obeyed him fully when in public.

However, she would have complete authority once they went home.

Gwendolyn immediately stopped struggling. “I haven’t eaten enough yet. You said you will grill meat for me at home. What kind of meat?” she asked softly.

Cedrick raised an eyebrow and smirked. “What do you think?“.

This expression…

Is it not the grilled meat I think it is?

Although Jasmine and Triss, who were relatively young, couldn’t understand what the two of them were saying, they looked at them with envy as they engaged in intimate whispers and affectionate gestures.

All of a sudden, the grilled meat in the bowl didn’t seem as appetizing anymore!

Gwendolyn’s ears turned red from embarrassment as she bid them farewell. “You two take your time. I’ll leave my card at the front desk to settle the bill. Feel free to order whatever else you want. I’ll leave first!”

“Hurry up and go!” Jasmine said with a slightly jealous expression, “If you don’t leave now, Triss and I will soon lose our appetite. Even the meat in the bowl is getting tasteless!”

Cedrick’s smirked as he looked at Gwendolyn in his arms. “Did you hear that? They’re asking us not to disturb them from eating. Let’s go home!”

After carrying Gwendolyn out of the restaurant, Cedrick ordered Elven to drive her car back while she went back with him in his car.

On the way back, Cedrick told Gwendolyn about his encounter with Sherman in the corridor.

“Sherman wanted to poison me?”

After listening to the whole story, Gwendolyn still found it somewhat unbelievable. “I think I have a good understanding of his personality. After all, I’ve known him for so many years. He doesn’t seem like the kind of person who will do such a foolish thing.”

Besides, now that Eloise was in prison, the Ferguson family relied solely on him. Regardless of the outcome, he would be ruining himself by doing that.

Why will he attempt something like this at the cost of self–destruction? He can’t be so irrational.

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Unless…

it. This person must have promised him something. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible for him to take

“I’ll have Nico investigate this. How do you

from the recent events, Gwendolyn rubbed her temples as she replied casually, “Sherman.will be charged with attempted murder if he’s arrested. Just go with

have the energy to deal with those matters anymore. Right now, her

“How is your health recently? Are you feeling okay? Do you need me to make time

need

response was

as his dark black eyes focused on the road ahead. The yellowish glow from the street lights illuminated

any given time without any pattern, and the

completely lose his sight. For all he knew, it could be

conditions no matter how

rather die

gently upon noticing him being lost in his

hers, he replied, “I was

blushed shyly

With Cedrick driving personally, there were only two of them in the car. Otherwise, she would be too shy

what’s the cutest thing about you, Gwenny? No matter how many times we’ve had sex, you blush shyly

Gwendolyn huffed arrogantly as

the

intimate night began for both Cedrick and

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night, however, Eloise was not faring well in the women’s prison at Salinsburgh.

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a completely dark solitary confinement cell. The floor was wet, and

could only curl up and squat down in a corner. As time passed, her legs became numb.

and sleep on the damp and muddy

was no blanket in the cell, so she could only hug herself tightly to keep warm. The injuries on

day here felt like a nightmare

lunch that day, the prison bully deliberately harassed her by spitting into her food tray. She even shoved her to the ground and forced her to eat the food that was

but she ended up not only suffering a group beating

eyes were swollen, but she wasn’t bothered to wipe

days into her imprisonment, and she had endured daily beatings, punishments, and forced labor. It was driving