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.”

We must address matters one by one

pinched his waist without using too much force. Her gesture felt ambiguous, but her

behave and mingle with the other

waist teasingly before turning

while watching

feminine voice suddenly rang out beside him, disturbing his moment of appreciating Gwendolyn’s

and saw a

slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting

Yelena, the third child of the Dion family. Before you joined the military, we even shared a

her a cursory glance, noting only her pink chiffon dress and barely registering her looks. “Oh,

attitude

other when we were young. Can’t

the wine glass in his hand and

Yelena was rendered speechless.

glance in Cedrick’s direction because she thought she heard a girl calling out Cedrick’s name right after

I just left his side, and already, his admirers approached him. novelxo.com fast

frosty glint flashed across her eyes, and she decisively retraced her steps, ready to reclaim

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

about to correct her

strode over, she emitted

Yelena to disregard Gwendolyn’s 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 to me

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

a little stunned and baffled. “What do

single young men. Besides, ‘Ms. 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 call me that. You should address me as

part of her sentence, brazenly asserting her authority. She extended her dainty neck, giving her a noble and aloof

look in her eyes seemed to be silently labeling

obediently listened to her dissing

she replied awkwardly, “I apologize for my ignorance. I should have addressed you as Mrs. Jenson. There have 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

hearing the phrase “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