Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Thank God the photo is still with me. I don’t think Craig realized I stole the photo.

“I was just curious. After all, Mother is upstairs, and I haven’t met her. That’s why I wanted to head upstairs.”

Craig sighed. “Forget it. I won’t punish you this time, but you’re not allowed to do this again. There are rules in our family, and now that you’re here, you need to obey them.”

“All right…”

Craig stood up and straightened his collar. “You must have had a scare last night. Get more rest. I’ll ask the servants to bring the food upstairs later.”

“Wait.” Jennifer grabbed his sleeve and looked up at him. “I think someone hit my head and tried to strangle me to death before I passed out last night. They even said that I shouldn’t be alive. Was that… Mother?”

Craig said back down and patted her shoulder.

In a softer voice, he said, “No. No one tried to strangle you to death either. You slipped and hit your head on the corner of the table. Maybe you were too startled last night and imagined it. Don’t overthink the matter, okay?”

“But—”

But it felt so real. I was sober last night, so how could I have imagined it?

“There isn’t any but. Mother didn’t even wake up when you passed out the night before. The maid only found you in the study this morning when she went there to clean up the place.”

Was that really what happened? Was that just a dream?

Jennifer was half-convinced. “Then when can I meet Mother?”

Craig froze for a second before a complicated look appeared in his amber eyes. “Mother has a cold, and she says she doesn’t want to pass it to you, so it might be a few days before that. At most, you’ll meet her during your party. I’m sure you’ll be able to see our kind and beautiful mother then.”

“She has a cold? I can take care of her. I’m healthier than most girls, and I won’t catch it.”

“But you’re hurt, and your immune system is at its lowest right now.” Craig narrowed his eyes before sternly reminding her, “You need to listen to others now that you’re back.”

Feeling deflated, Jennifer nodded quietly.

Craig proceeded to remind her about a few more things before leaving the room.

and walked over to the dresser to check the mirror. Other than the mild stinging pain in her

this last night because I was too

Gwendolyn’s matter

took out the photo from her pocket. Upon ensuring that she had gotten the right photo, she put it back into her

said, the butler refused to let her out, and he even confiscated her phone,

locked up

passed quickly when everyone

it was the day of the

had recovered and had a magazine photoshoot to attend to and managed to get out of the

Gwendolyn was on her way to the international court, the lawyer passed the script to her on behalf of Jared and reminded her, “Ms. Harris, you have to follow

nodded, but she did not

too busy with his work to even return. Nico, on the other hand, had volunteered to stay back at Harrick Villa to take care of

Villa in haste, everyone had already departed half

confiscated, she had depleted the last of her battery on her way to Harrick Villa. Left without a choice, she borrowed money from Nico to hail

bedroom after Jennifer left.

over to his side. “Thank God! You’re

and he glanced at Nico before scanning the

“Where’s Gwenny?”

he heard that. “Ms. Gwendolyn and the others have gone to the international court. Her Highness is suing her for the murder of a member of the royal family, and the

brows and sobered up immediately. “The murder of a

Vidar Lund. Her Highness’ adopted son,

blanket to get down from the

doubt we’ll be of any help even if we go now.” At the end of

Nico as he swiftly recollected

go have

of the

Gwendolyn’s car arrived, the reporters swarmed over and shoved their

Harris, did you really

been in jail before, he was an upstanding citizen. We even heard that you were childhood friends with him, so why did

give us an explanation.