Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Zendaya clapped her hands gloatingly. “Yay! I can’t wait to see Uncle Nico and Uncle Charles wearing dresses and cleaning the bathroom. I want them to wear maid costumes!”

Maid costumes?

The adults’ expressions turned bizarre as they stared at her.

This little girl sure had a vivid imagination.

Gwendolyn: She’s just an innocent child. It’s no big deal.

Cedrick: I can’t believe this is my kid.

Charles: If a maid costume is what she wants to see, then so be it. Anything to make her happy.

Nico: This is going to be so embarrassing.

Unaware of the adults’ thoughts, Zendaya hopped around while eating her slice of melon.

The thought of being able to see the grown men dressed in maid costumes made her especially thrilled.

“Let Uncle Nico and I help you, Uncle Charles.”

Charles shook his head. “I can walk. Just eat your melon.”

“But you’re hurt, Uncle Charles. How could I just sit back and watch?” the girl asked, frowning while shoving the sweet fruit into her mouth.

Her cheeks were puffed up like a squirrel’s as some juice from the melon trickled down a corner of her lips.

Benedict shook his head upon seeing that. “Let’s go, you glutton. Let Uncle Nico take Charles to the lab for his check-up. We should be going home.”

For the first time, Cedrick made his way around Zendaya and carried the little boy instead. Then, he left the laboratory without uttering a word to Gwendolyn or even looking back.

Gwendolyn noticed something amiss about his temperament but didn’t think too much of it. She picked Zendaya up and followed after the man.

The couple walked one person after another, with each of them carrying a child, but something seemed off about the atmosphere.

On the journey home, both Cedrick and Gwendolyn remained silent as the sounds of Zendaya’s giggles filled the air.

Gwendolyn stared out the car window, mulling over the important agreement she had just signed earlier today.

Cedrick would glance at her occasionally and notice her spacing out.

“What’s on your mind, Gwenny? You seem so out of it. Are you thinking about Charles’ injuries?” he asked with a hint of grudge, feeling unhappy out of the blue.

“What?” Gwendolyn snapped back to reality.

Cedrick’s gaze darkened. “Are you feeling sorry for Charles after what happened to him?”

Gwendolyn was flabbergasted. “What on earth are you thinking? He’s Benny’s and Zendy’s godfather, and he’s pretty much family to the Harrises. I just don’t want this matter to get worse.”

Those willing to make bets would have to be prepared to lose and bear the risk of getting hurt.

She was no saint; she wouldn’t take pity on anyone in this case.

what he owed Benedict. While Charles had indeed messed up in the past and eventually helped her a great deal,

was what

Cedrick didn’t understand her. To him,

other much longer than you’ve known me. He’s also

“You don’t understand.

know how

glare and hissed, “Why are you talking about the past in front

down. “If I got hurt from fighting, would you feel sorry for

brows furrowed. “What do you

her. “Are you jealous because you thought I was feeling

said nothing; silence meant

but I wouldn’t even give you a chance to get into a fight in the first place.

was Benedict’s and Zendaya’s first time seeing their

brother’s arms,

scarier than Daddy. She

car fell into silence in an instant as the two adults in front harbored their own feelings of

after a long while. “So, you’re

to

chance to drop this! What’s up with

too well that you’re trying to pick a fight now? Would you like to experience a few days of not talking

match for Gwendolyn the

“Darling…” he cooed.

rage and looked out the window once again, refusing to listen

glancing at

her remain infuriated, he knew

some things he couldn’t say to placate her, given that Benedict and Zendaya were in the car with

to the Jenson

vehicle stopped inside the parking lot, Gwendolyn opened

child in one erm end welked towerd Herrick

single kid for me? Thet’s just

up to them quickly.

med. It looks like you’ll be

hugged her mother’s neck in joy. “Hoorey! Thet meens we’ll heve Mommy ell to ourselves

eyes fleshed grimly es he wetched

they reelly my kids? All they do is meke things worse

on. If you dere teke my wife from me, I’ll spenk

response. “You’re threetening us? You’re

unfezed es the grin on his hendsome fece widened. “It’s your feult for meking Mommy med. Even I know she’d never

the one who should be spenked, Deddy! Hmph!” Zendeye chimed

speechless. Why do I feel like throwing them

teke the dey off tomorrow, end we’ll go shopping together. You cen eech pick e toy you

the best, Mommy!” Zendeye wes on

It wes over for him. Not only hed he lost his right to

he couldn’t even think ebout ell the jeelousy he felt e minute ego. He just wented to get on his

them, Gwenny. These piglets must be reelly heevy

merely glenced et him, not seying e

children on her side, she didn’t heve to

Mommy’s the one who geve birth to us. Are you celling her e pig,