Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Though Gwendolyn’s mouth was stuffed and the blindfold was still over her eyes, she heard the report clearly.

She let out a small sigh of relief, although her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Benedict hiding in the ward’s closet.

Silently, she hoped that the guards Cedrick had sent would soon notice the unusual situation in the ward, retrieve Benedict from the closet, and ensure his safety.

As the van drove on, Gwendolyn tapped her fingers and calmly estimated the duration of the journey.

Throughout the journey, the men did not speak, displaying exceptional discipline and cohesion.

Gwendolyn could not help feeling even more curious about their employer.

After approximately forty minutes, the van stopped. The men removed the rag in Gwendolyn’s mouth and dragged her out of the vehicle.

Gwendolyn expressed her displeasure, reprimanding them in a low voice, “Show some respect to a lady. Haven’t you been taught to be gentle and considerate?”

The men were taken aback.

These days, it seems like the hostages are becoming more arrogant than the kidnappers themselves.

“Your fate is in our hands, you know. You should be more polite.”

Gwendolyn remained fearless, her voice calm yet icy. “You’ve taken me as a hostage to leverage something from Cedrick, and he will be furious if I suffer even the slightest harm. I believe you understand the consequences better than I do. You should treat a hostage like me with care, as you would handle fragile cargo. Do you understand?”

Although she was blindfolded and bound, stripped of her freedom, her commanding presence remained intact, leaving the men in suits astonished.

The men, being subordinates unaware of their employer’s intentions, decided it was safer to comply with Gwendolyn’s instructions and handle her with care.

“Let’s go, Ms. Harris.”

With the help of two men, Gwendolyn started forward. Though she could not see the route ahead, her hands, bound behind her back, were not idle.

Before coming here, she had grabbed a handful of Benedict’s milk powder.

meters or so, or when she turned a corner, she would slacken her grip ever so slightly

powder was incredibly light and prone to dispersing in the slightest breeze before reaching the ground, Gwendolyn held on to the hope that Cedrick would bring a search dog to track her down once he discovered she had

she was treading upon bare earth when she felt its crumbly texture beneath her feet. Occasionally, the sound of snapping branches accompanied her steps, indicating that she

contemplated solemnly, considering her plan and what awaited her

Swain alighted the vehicle, the former received a call before

assigned to stand guard at

was wrong, he answered the call

the line reported, “Mr. Jenson, something has happened. There are clear signs of a severe altercation in the ward. Mrs. Jenson is missing, and

skipped a beat as his attention was

upon his chiseled features, and his dark eyes gleamed with

shortly. Furthermore, I’ve assigned two nurses to search the ladies’ room to determine if Mrs. Jenson is still within the premises,” the cop

as he forced himself

be easy for any harm to befall her. It hasn’t been very long since

that I will shut down

in broad daylight. The

Gwendolyn, Grand Valley Hospital had a sterling reputation for having top-notch security. The occurrence of something like this indicated the possibility of it being an inside job. Thus, it dawned on him how formidable

must get to

to stay put and keep their identities concealed and to instead have the hospital’s security team seal off the

the milk powder incident to you. I’m

reinforcements from the Federal Bureau of Investigation and await your

the car keys from Swain, turned away from the building’s entrance, and got into the

back to the hospital. Using the hands-free Bluetooth device in the car, he called

needed to be placed in the care of someone familiar and trustworthy.

“Isn’t Gwen supposed to be

the steering wheel, Cedrick drove while

Gwen? Tell me. I’m worried sick about the incident with the milk

missing. We are currently reviewing the surveillance footage, but if she has

end of the line. When Charles finally spoke, his voice had turned grave. “Where are you right now?” he asked with concern. “Have you returned to the hospital? I’ll come over

arrived at the hospital and drove into the basement parking lot, his unease growing with each