Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Craig stared at her with a profound gaze. “How can that be considered selling? I’m just helping you to select a better husband.”

Jennifer looked at him in disbelief. “Craig, we live in an era that advocates freedom of marriage. If the price to regain my status as the daughter of the Newton family is the loss of my freedom and right to make my own decisions, I’d rather stay an orphan my whole life!”

Faced with her vehement objection, Craig quickly softened his tone and pulled her back to his side.

“There, there. This is just a discussion, so there’s no need for you to get so angry. If you insist on disagreeing, I won’t force you.”

Jennifer finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued to accompany him to socialize.

Meanwhile, over at Gwendolyn and Cedrick’s end, under their joint efforts, Harris Group successfully landed a substantial international trade offer as they wished.

They would meet the other party to discuss the contract details the following day.

Cedrick shook hands with Horace on Gwendolyn’s behalf.

“Ms. Harris, I look forward to our future cooperation,” Horace uttered politely in his less-than-fluent Chanaean.

Gwendolyn smiled. “It’s a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Horace.”

After settling that matter, Horace was swiftly whisked away by other guests.

Cedrick and Gwendolyn shared a knowing smile.

He nonchalantly wrapped an arm around her slender waist. “Gwenny, don’t forget the reward you promised me. You can’t stand me up this time no matter what.”

She pursed her lips and nodded earnestly with a smile. “You did well tonight, helping me secure a considerable deal, so I should praise you properly.”

Looking at her exquisite face, Cedrick felt his heart flutter. An urge to carry her back to Harrick Villa and ravage her to his heart’s content washed over him.

After attempting to suppress his burning desire for some time, he still failed to contain himself. He leaned close to Gwendolyn’s ear and whispered, “Darling, how about we slip away early and head back to attend to more pressing matters? We can’t waste this beautiful night entertaining others.”

do. We must address matters one by one and cannot skip

waist without using too much force. Her gesture felt ambiguous, but her eyes showed signs of

mingle with the other guests. I’m going to

waist teasingly

while watching her graceful

soft feminine voice suddenly rang out beside

saw a woman.

seemingly

Mr. Jenson? I’m Yelena, the third child of the Dion

gave her a cursory glance, noting only her pink chiffon dress and barely registering her

dismissive attitude

each other when we were young. Can’t you spare a moment to chat with

wine glass in his

Yelena was rendered speechless.

to look for Jennifer, stopped abruptly in her tracks and turned around to glance in Cedrick’s direction because she thought she heard a girl calling out Cedrick’s name right after she

alluring young lady standing in front of Cedrick. I just left

retraced her steps, ready to reclaim her position as Mrs.

Yelena remained rooted to her spot, showing no signs of embarrassment. “You’re so cold, Mr. Jenson. I heard that after you became a father, you devoted yourself wholeheartedly to your family. Now, it seems the rumors are indeed true. You’re reserving all your gentleness

was about to correct her when

over, she emitted a formidable and intimidating

presence. “Ms. Harris, you’ve become prettier. I heard that women who have given birth will have saggy stomachs, stretch marks, and loose skin. It appears

sophisticated and elegant smile. “Of course they don’t bother me. After all, I received my husband’s personal and tenderest care, so I rested extremely well during my confinement period.” She took a step forward and sized up Yelena. “Ms. Dion, you’re young and not bad looking, but why do you have such poor judgment? You

was a little stunned and baffled. “What

Harris’ is how my business partners and subordinates usually address me. Since you merely live off your family and are attending this banquet as a guest, you can’t

her sentence, brazenly asserting her authority.

to be silently labeling Cedrick

to her

long been rumors that Mr. Jenson is under the thumb of his wife. Now that I’m seeing it with my own eyes, the hearsays are indeed true. Nevertheless, you don’t have to think of me as your enemy. It’s not good

thumb of his wife,” Cedrick felt that if Marcus was still alive, and he hadn’t been officially married to Gwendolyn, he would’ve put forth his best effort to correct Yelena, defend his status, and claim that