Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 352

Chapter 352 Drunken Memory Lane

Gwendolyn scowled at the abrupt manner she had been roused and turned to face the other side.

Jonah kept knocking, seemingly intent on hammering down her door if she did not answer it soon.

Irritated by the racket, Gwendolyn flung aside her quilt. She slipped on her slippers and donned a thick sleeping gown before answering the door.

“What does he want this time?” she demanded, glaring at Jonah with a look of irritated disgust.

“Mr. Lund isn’t messing around this time, Ms. Harris. He visited a bar this afternoon and spent the day drinking. He even sent us away. When I went back for him earlier tonight, I found him drunk as a skunk with your name on his lips. So, the only thing I could do was to bring him here to you.”

Gwendolyn was impassive. Cold, even. “Give him something to sober up, then, or get him a doctor who would give him a jab. What good will it do sending him to me? I’m not a doctor.”

She was about to shut the door after her speech, but Jonah threw himself against the frame, “Please see him. He would feel much better in your presence.”

Gwendolyn’s frostiness did not dissipate. “I’m under house arrest because of him. He wouldn’t let me out. of this house. What if he sobers up tomorrow and accuses me of misbehaving? Wouldn’t that be unfair to

me?”

-Uh…”

Jonah was conflicted. He gave the matter a moment of serious thought before suggesting, “Why don’t I bring him to your room?”

“No way! I can’t stand the stench of alcohol on him. You’d better get back to Alzer Palace.”

Jonah fell silent.

“Gwen. Gwen…”

Charles’ voice, slurred by booze and laced with melancholy, traveled up the stairs from the living room. below.

to him for you tomorrow. You wouldn’t want

conceal her irritation. “Wake the maid,” she instructed. “Have her put together something

“At once.”

down

gown tighter around her

cheeks were flushed with alcohol, and his wits were hazy.

her sleeve, Gwendolyn sprayed some organic freshener to mask the stench of alcohol in

in the knee several times with the sole of her slipper,

wake him.

for you to spend the night. Get lost back to your Alzer Palace after having

The haze

sound of Gwendolyn’s voice and caught hold

in her eyes, she snatched her garment out of his grasp.

“Let go!”

held on firmly. He was brutishly

the thought of

the maid,

him two merciless slaps across his chiseled cheeks.

succession, rang out sharp and deafening.

cheeks stinging with pain, Charles became thoroughly awake. Only then did he loosen his grip on her shirt and sat up on the couch.

head and stroked his flaming cheeks, tender with pain, while gazing slowly

her.

“Gwen?”

that you’re disrupting my sleep

his head, pretending not to hear her. Suddenly,

the handprints on his cheeks, he looked as if he had emerged from an altercation worse for wear.

your act. Get out. You stink. so badly that not

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255