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

force. Her gesture felt ambiguous, but her

you behave and mingle with the other

patted his sturdy waist teasingly before turning

watching her

Jenson?” A soft feminine voice suddenly rang out beside him, disturbing his moment

saw a woman. “What’s the

Dion, was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting Cedrick’s tone to be

Mr. Jenson? I’m Yelena, the third child of the Dion family. Before you joined

noting only her pink chiffon dress

attitude

what, we knew each other when we were young. Can’t you

at the wine glass in

Yelena was rendered speechless.

in Cedrick’s direction because she thought

standing in front of Cedrick. I just

decisively retraced her steps, ready

to her spot, showing no signs of embarrassment. “You’re so cold, Mr. Jenson. I heard that after you became a father, you

her when he caught sight of Gwendolyn’s familiar figure

she emitted a formidable and

that women who have given

a 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.”

baffled. “What do you mean by that,

case, you should be hitting on those single young men. Besides, ‘Ms. Harris’ is how my business partners and subordinates usually

her sentence, brazenly asserting her authority. She extended her

seemed to be silently labeling Cedrick

obediently listened to her

is under the thumb of his wife. Now that I’m seeing it with my own eyes, the

“under the 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