Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

When he came to his senses, his survival instincts kicked into gear. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Darling. I’m not saying you’re heavy. You’re as light as a feather, and you’ve got an irresistible, perfect body.”

He stared at Gwendolyn nervously, but she merely continued watching him sternly in silence.

Cedrick studied her in befuddlement. Did I say something wrong again? What else should I be saying, then?

As Gwendolyn’s gaze grew colder, he hurriedly pleaded, “Darling, can you tell me the answer in your mind?”

Gwendolyn snorted. “Sure. I’ll use a ruler to teach you word by word once we get back to our room. How about that?”

The man tensed up instinctively.

With her lips pursed, Gwendolyn pondered upon his first answer and listed out his crimes, “The answer you uttered without hesitation is a true reflection of your heart, which means that’s exactly what you were thinking. I only put on a gown, yet you said I’m heavy. I thought I’d contributed greatly to the Jenson family by giving birth to two babies, but you’re already disgusted by me. So, that doubles your sins. Looks like I’ve got to teach you a proper lesson when we get back.”

Her speech rendered Cedrick speechless.

While walking down the windy path of the Jenson residence, he took deep breaths to calm his nerves and asked cautiously, “How are you planning to punish me, Gwenny?”

Gwendolyn’s eyes gleamed as she looked at him. “You should be spanked.”

The sight of his face draining of color motivated her to add evilly, “With your pants off.”

Cedrick’s face turn as red as an apple. He gave the woman in his arms an aggrieved look. “Darling…”

He dragged his feet, for he dared not return.

I don’t want to endure such a cruel punishment if that’s what my fate will be when I get back.

The worried look on his face made Gwendolyn chuckle. After all, she was only joking. She was not actually mad.

Tapping the tip of his nose gently, she reassured him, “All right. I won’t hit you. I was just joking. You’ve had a hard time during and after my pregnancy. I’ll let you have a great time tonight as a reward.”

A smile instantly spread on his face, replacing the pitiful expression.

“You better be mentally prepared, then. We haven’t done it in a while. I won’t let you off so easily tonight.”

He quickened his pace, wanting to arrive at the room in a flash.

After all, he was stoked.

was cooling that

sensual moans were contained within

lost count of how many times they had gone

remembered was Cedrick disregarding her exhaustion. He was like a bull that would

non-existent by the time

There was no way she could wake up,

helping her to postpone the meeting with Horace, he pulled her into his

with your business, Darling. Get some sleep. You can sleep for the whole day if you want

that promise to Cedrick last night. I

her eyes were closed, frustrated thoughts about last night’s events

huge hands quietly wrapped around her waist. He began kissing her earlobes restlessly, exhaling warm breaths

of disapproval etched themselves on Gwendolyn’s forehead, but she kept her

only emboldened him, and his restless hands began exploring every inch of

lips that were on his earlobes moments ago slowly moved down to the back of her neck and her fair and

Gwendolyn’s brows deepened until she finally snapped. Turning around, she stretched out her hand and rested it on his

took

messing around. Get some

drained. Although her voice was gentle, the

her. “Darling, why don’t we sleep for three hours and do it again at noon?” he asked

a loss

fact, she felt it was on

Cedrick was like a starving wolf that wanted more after not getting to fulfill his sexual desires for eleven months. More importantly, he had fully

I make such an energetic man

silence was like a silent approval

“Aren’t you tired?”

I’m extremely happy!” Cedrick held her delicate face

Exhaustion was the only thing she could feel at that moment instead of joy. Just then, an idea came to her—an idea that could drain

why don’t you get out of bed and do at least four hundred and fifty-nine push-ups? You’ll count

feeling a little

your love. Let’s say it’s a gift for

she had already put it that way. Besides,

he quickly rolled out of bed and slipped on his

the

count,” Gwendolyn muttered

counting,