Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

When the young woman heard Gwendolyn’s voice, she turned to look at her with a gentle smile on her breathtakingly beautiful face.

“It has been a while since we last met, Ms. Harris. It’s New Year’s Eve today. Are you and Mr. Jenson doing well?” she said.

“Of course. Ms. Evelyn, don’t you have anywhere to go during the holidays? Why are you not celebrating the occasion with your family? Who allowed you to come up to Mount Tranquil?” Gwendolyn replied.

“The guard at the foot of the mountain allowed me to come up. Please don’t misunderstand my intentions, Ms. Harris. My endorsement contract with Jenson Group’s Rossi Project is coming to an end, and I heard Mr. Jenson is here, so I came here in person to discuss the possibility of extending my contract with him.”

Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes in disbelief. “Ms. Evelyn, as a highly acclaimed actress who has received the Best Actress award several years in a row, you’re undoubtedly an A-lister. Why do you find it necessary to engage in business negotiations personally? Are your manager and company useless?”

“It isn’t easy to sign an endorsement contract with Jenson Group, after all. I’m afraid my manager and team cannot manage it. I don’t want to miss out on such a money-making opportunity, so naturally, I have to make the trip personally.”

Gwendolyn stared at her, refusing to buy her explanation.

If she came all the way to the Harris residence on Mount Tranquil just to talk to Cedrick, that means she’s quite well-informed, huh?

Evelyn’s eyes crinkled in a smile. Her gaze revealed a depth beyond her tender age of barely twenty, even though she was the same age as Summer.

Casting a sidelong glance at the villa, she asked, “Ms. Harris, you must be having a lively gathering with your family today. Do you mind inviting me inside?”

“It’s a family gathering, so I do mind.” Gwendolyn rejected her firmly, doing away with formalities.

“All right. It seems that you hold a deep grudge against me, Ms. Harris.” Evelyn did not seem flustered by her outright rejection, as she was still all smiles.

Refusing to entertain her further, Gwendolyn said directly, “It’s getting dark; I’ll ask a bodyguard to escort you to the foot of the mountain. Cedrick is busy, so I’m afraid he won’t be discussing the contract with you anytime soon. Goodbye.”

Inside the villa, Asher was worried about Gwendolyn being outside for a long time. He came out in search of her, but his eyes narrowed when he spotted Evelyn.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

Hearing Asher’s question, Gwendolyn looked over her shoulder and cast him a look of bewilderment. “Do you know her?”

Evelyn did not respond, and Asher remained composed.

“No, but I saw her face a few times on the television. Kiddo, you can’t stay in the cold for too long. Come on, let’s head in,” he urged.

had come out with a fur-lined cape, which he draped over Gwendolyn

a bodyguard stationed at the gate, “Escort this young lady to the

led Gwendolyn back into the villa without sparing another look at

immediately, Evelyn stood before the gate

Asher’s and Gwendolyn’s retreating figures

her hair,

figures had completely disappeared from her line of sight did she finally

expression. She discovered he looked grim after meeting

seem

expressionlessly. “Rather than being

to admit that Evelyn was not as

the matter and hurried into

had already placed the alcohol they had meticulously prepared on the

shot glasses in front of Cedrick, all of which were

glasses. It was transparent

familiar enough with her brothers to know that Kieran would not just ask

Why don’t I try one for Cedrick?” she asked,

“No!”

“You can’t!”

to their feet in agitation,

Sienna took her

in this. Trust me; your brothers won’t go to extremes. He

“But—”

fine. Trust me.” Sienna patted Gwendolyn’s hands,

made eye contact

middle, which represented Asher, and raised it in

you this way. I hope you’ll be

brow and fixed him with a hawk-like sharp

the alcohol in

he downed the contents of

his mouth, making it difficult

a composed expression as the scorching alcohol seared his throat, its fiery path piercing his