Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 661

Cedrick knitted his brows, maintaining a composed expression as he analyzed the situation.

Only a few individuals in Chanaea possessed the capability to defeat Gwendolyn unless her adversaries deployed a significant number of elite fighters. However, such a course of action would be highly conspicuous, attracting unnecessary attention within the hospital.

Alternatively, the other party might be armed.

Cedrick’s heart clenched as if someone was gripping it. The disheveled hospital room showed no signs of blood or any traces of violence, and he hoped that his suspicion would turn out to be unfounded.

Another possibility popped into his mind. Gwenny intentionally surrendered, offering herself as bait. Otherwise, Benny wouldn’t have been left behind in the closet. They would have taken them together.

After organizing his thoughts on the matter, he let out a deep sigh, feeling helpless and blaming himself for the risk his wife had undertaken.

Benedict continued to cry, his small mouth pouting. His soft and delicate sobs echoed his father’s distressed state.

Cedrick patiently comforted the baby, while his peripheral vision caught sight of a spilled pile of milk powder under the table.

He walked over, crouched down, and examined the traces of powdered milk.

His slender and graceful fingers touched the powder, twirling it between his fingertips, while his gaze darkened with contemplation.

Since Nico had worked tirelessly throughout last night and had just returned home to catch up on some sleep, Cedrick didn’t want to burden him with the task of investigating this incident.

“Contact Team Nine’s leader, Jasper, and instruct him to assemble a squad of ten soldiers. Also, bring a military dog,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir!”

While waiting for Jasper to quickly organize his team and Charles to arrive and take over, Cedrick comforted the baby.

Charles raced to the hospital, and in under ten minutes, he arrived at the baby’s ward.

the room that had yet to be tidied, Charles was stunned. With a serious look on his face, he immediately inquired, “Did you manage to

Cedrick’s expression darkened. “No.”

“How can you remain so calm? The audacity of those individuals to cause trouble right under our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if they harm Gwen? Didn’t you enjoy putting up the image of a loving husband in public?

catching Charles’ fierce gaze and the icy expression on his face. “Charles, my wife is missing, and yet

bereft of words. “Now is not the right time to get jealous. Finding out where Gwen is,

“You should be well aware of your own hidden motives. Take care of your godson and ensure his

reluctance. “Can you take me with you? After all, I am the

of Benny. I can only entrust him to you. However, if you fail to take good care of him and cause me any trouble, it will only put Gwenny in

Charles kept mum.

assembled. Cedrick turned around and swiftly

after walking through the woods for over ten minutes while being held hostage,

stepped on the stone bricks, a stark contrast

in suits remained eerily silent as well,

eyes blindfolded, Gwendolyn’s heightened auditory senses picked up the crisp sound of her high heels on the

different, more like expensive marble tiles rather than rough

to a fancy place. Aren’t they supposed to lock me

in her mind, Gwendolyn was led into a house. The men in suits held her

soft to the touch, with a texture resembling fabric and cotton. Am I sitting

comprehend the situation unfolding before her. Did they kidnap me or invite me here as their

Gwendolyn was momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of bright light. It took

she opened her eyes, she saw a luxurious mansion before her, and she found herself sitting on a couch

her head and saw a middle-aged man in a tailored suit. He looked roguish but at the same time,

reclining languidly on a couch, was puffing

narrowed slightly as he exchanged a glance

approached Gwendolyn, removed the

underground enterprise in Salinsburgh. Welcome to my private mansion, which, I must admit, has been neglected and is not in its finest state. Please accept my apologies for the untidiness, Mrs. Jenson,” Channing

Kron, do you truly expect me to drink the coffee when my hands are still bound? And isn’t it rather

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