Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Charles took off his disposable gloves and observed his injured hand in the corridor.

He was about to go downstairs when he bumped into Gwendolyn coming back from the restroom at the corner.

Gwendolyn had just finished a video conference. She washed and sanitized her hands to prevent bringing bacteria from the computer mouse to Benedict before returning to the ward.

When she faced Charles, she immediately noticed the bloodstains on his hand. By the time Charles tried to hide his hand behind his back, it was already too late.

“You’re injured?” she asked.

Charles smiled casually and replied, “It’s nothing. I slipped and fell on my way here.”

Observant as always, Gwendolyn sensed something unusual about him. “Even if you really slipped, you wouldn’t have gotten such an injury given your skills. Don’t tell me that your hand happened to hit a nail on the ground as you fell.”

Charles chuckled. “You know me well, Gwen.”

“The laboratory has top-notch security measures and cleanliness. How is a sharp object like a nail going to end up on the floor? Don’t try to deceive me. What really happened?” Gwendolyn asked.

Charles shrugged indifferently. “It seems impossible to hide anything from you, Gwen.”

A few minutes later, when the door to the ward was slowly opened, Benedict, who was devouring a piece of durian, quickly threw the remaining of it into the trash and hastily wiped the corners of his mouth.

Gwendolyn entered the ward.

Although Benedict’s actions were swift, he still couldn’t escape Gwendolyn’s eyes.

“Is your meeting finished, Mommy? Actually, there’s no need for you to rush back here. I know your work is important. I’m already used to receiving the drip alone. I can handle it myself,” Benedict said.

Gwendolyn said nothing as she calmly walked to his bedside.

Her gaze inadvertently fell on the corner of his mouth, where there were still traces of durian flesh. The room was filled with the pungent smell of durian.

Benny clearly loves eating durian. Why did he throw away the remaining piece as soon as he saw me coming in?

Gwendolyn silently took a tissue from the bedside table and gently wiped the corners of Benedict’s mouth.

face showing no signs

flashed across

disgust toward Charles quickly grew rampant again despite

he immediately went to tattle to you, Mommy! Why didn’t he tell you that

on you. I happened to meet him in the corridor, and I asked him. He insisted that he accidentally injured himself, and it had nothing to

best. If you want to retaliate against him, he will surely comply with guilt. This

Benedict remained silent.

Maybe I’ve

first time Benedict had seen Gwendolyn, who was always gentle and considerate, being so serious with him. Although he had

me on behalf of Charles? Do you think I’m a naughty child who caused severe injuries to Charles’ hand? Are you going to punish me?” Benedict

“Yes…” Gwendolyn sighed again.

I’m sick, I can’t go to kindergarten like Zendy, and I can’t make any new friends. I have to receive daily drips and endure the pain. All I want is to make things difficult for Charles and to

rarely cried, had a faint redness in the corners of his

open because he refused to let the tears

when she

sensitive. She hadn’t said anything yet, but he

patiently to comfort him, she said, “I wasn’t going to reprimand or punish you, Benny. I

Benedict looked

not angry at

be angry about? Charles caused your hospitalization, so you made

suggest such retaliatory behavior to Benedict under normal circumstances, but now that he had already done it, she had no reason to

tad surprised. “I thought

you and Zendy. We have never thought of you as a bad child. Benny, at the age of five, you can already solve high-school-level Mathematical Olympiad math problems. You’re truly our talented child, Benny,” she said while gently

Although I support you unconditionally, you can’t go too far as to cause harm to someone’s life or hurt

it didn’t mean that she

anyone. I won’t actively cause trouble, but I’m also not afraid of it when it is needed. These principles cannot be

“Don’t worry, Mommy. I

she had been holding her breath

could barely hold it any

is

stand any foul smells and never ate durian, this odor was worse than the stench