Wooing My Ex-Wife

Upon arriving at the hospital after rushing over, the first thing that Gwendolyn did was ask Elven and Ezra to wait by the entrance to prevent the paparazzi from tailing her.

Jennifer was already awake when Gwendolyn walked into the room. The former looked haggard and was looking out the window.

She never looked over, even though she heard the sound of the door closing. "Gwendolyn, I think it'd be better if I died today."

Gwendolyn sat by her bed, her heart aching for her friend.

She could already guess what had happened while she was on the way here.

Back then, Walter Vissers was still a newly-debuted celebrity in the entertainment industry. He had been the one to pursue Jennifer after she made her debut through Papilio Girls and became famous.

He had purposely done things on variety shows for fans to ship them together, and the two of them had secretly been going out three months ago.

To Jennifer's surprise, Walter was such a jerk that he cheated on her. Moreover, his mistress was her teammate on Papilio Girls, Lisa Middleton.

Lisa made the other girls on the team ostracize Jennifer and even made things difficult for the latter.

Jennifer was normally busy with her shoots. With Walter suddenly giving her the silent treatment and her teammates isolating her, she had a breakdown as it was all too much for her to bear. Gwendolyn blamed herself for this. Ever since Jennifer signed the contract with her company, Gwendolyn had been so focused on getting good projects for her friend that she overlooked Jennifer's mental health.

"Walter is a true sc*mbag!"

Jennifer finally looked over. She grabbed Gwendolyn's hand as tears streamed down her face.

"Gwendolyn, he thinks I'm too stiff. Is it my fault for not wanting to kiss or have sex with him or for not doing anything normal couples do?"

"No, it's not your fault. You have the right to choose whether or not you want to do something. If he really does love you, he wouldn't have given up on you for these reasons."

That only made Jennifer wail harder.

Gwendolyn hugged her, allowing her to cry her heart out.

"I went to find him earlier today but saw him in bed with Lisa. He said I'm just an orphan, so I'm not good enough for him. He even told me he only dated me because he only cared about my fame. But I really do like him..."

Gwendolyn patted Jennifer's back to calm her down. Are all women in relationships such love-struck fools?

Even though Jennifer was so miserable, Gwendolyn couldn't just sit back and not knock some sense into her.

"It's not that he looks down on you, Jennifer. You've always felt inferior about it. That's why you need to be strong! Besides, you're not the one at fault here. He's the one who cheated. He's the asshole. Moreover, Lisa knew you were dating Walter, yet she didn't keep herself in check. She even led the other girls to ostracize you. You can't think about taking your life anymore. Don't you want to become stronger and make sc*m like them pay for what they've done?"

Jennifer shook her head. She started to doubt herself and said, "I... I'm not like you. I have nothing..."

"It's exactly because you have nothing that you have to fight them. What are you so afraid of losing?" Gwendolyn spoke authoritatively in a loud and clear voice. "Besides, you have me. Don't you want to see them getting on their knees and begging for your forgiveness one day?"

In an instant, Jennifer stopped crying and looked at Gwendolyn, her eyes brimming with determination.

Exiting the ward, Gwendolyn gave Shadow Bell a call.

"I need you to find evidence of Walter and Lisa hooking up as soon as possible. I want pictures, high-resolution ones."

"Yes, boss."

She couldn't help but worry about leaving Jennifer alone at the hospital, so she told Elven and Ezra to stay behind and take care of the woman for the time being.

Right after Gwendolyn got out of the elevator and exited the hospital, she saw Cedrick's car some distance away.

Cedrick was leaning against his car and wearing a silver-grey mask, so she couldn't make out his expression at all.

Surprised, Gwendolyn jogged over to him and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Did you forget that I'd be picking you up today? Why didn't you tell me you'd be coming to the hospital?" Cedrick replied in a deep voice.

He had waited for a long time at Angle Corporation, and Gwendolyn hadn't answered his calls the whole time. Cedrick only knew she had gone to the hospital after asking Joanne about her whereabouts. "Oh, right! I forgot. I'll remember next time," the woman answered, rubbing her earlobe in embarrassment.

There's going to be a "next time"? Cedrick was displeased but didn't say anything about it. I'll teach her a lesson once we're back!

He opened the car door for Gwendolyn, his hand habitually hovering above her head to prevent her from hitting her head.

They soon made their way back to the Jenson residence.

Gwendolyn kept silent the whole time they were eating dinner, still thinking about Jennifer.

Cedrick could feel his mood sour and was filled with rage. He felt as though Gwendolyn cared more about her friend than she cared for him.

The woman returned to her bedroom once she finished eating.

This made Cedrick even angrier. He quietly went into his room and took a thick and long ruler.

I'll have to discipline her tonight.

Later, Cedrick walked over to Gwendolyn's room, hiding the ruler behind him as he stood before the door.

Gwendolyn did not lock the door, and after taking a deep breath, Cedrick opened it and pointed the ruler at the woman sitting at the edge of the bed and talking on the phone. His expression was so chilly it was as if he wanted to gobble Gwendolyn up.

"Gwendolyn Shalders Harris! Why didn't you tell me that you were going to the hospital? Am I, your fiancé, anything to you at all?"

Gwendolyn was in the midst of talking to Shadow Bell on the phone. Hearing his words, she looked up at him, baffled.

Cedrick hit the ruler against the bedside table, and a loud thud rang out.

The terrifying sound startled him too.

However, he couldn't give up halfway through. Still straight-faced, he said sternly, "Give me your hand. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson tonight."

Huh? Gwendolyn was left even more confused.

Two minutes later, Cedrick's façade fell under the woman's cold gaze.

He kneeled on the carpet beside the bed and kept his back straight. Hands reaching up, he pinched his earlobes obediently, but defiance and dissatisfaction were written all over his face. Gwendolyn sat leisurely on the bed, nonchalantly fiddling with the ruler he had brought.

"Not bad, Cedrick. Trying to seize the opportunity and rebel? Did you forget the promise you made yesterday at the Harris residence?"

Cedrick was stumped for words.

Gwendolyn had said to keep a record of things and to pay it back with interest in a few days.

He had actually forgotten about it!

Gwendolyn could already guess he had let it slip from his memory. But it doesn't matter. I'll make sure he remembers in a moment.

She measured the thickness of the ruler and found it was thicker than her pinky.

How ruthless of him!

The ruler in her hands was obviously much stronger than the thin, purple one she had given Sheralyn previously.

How can I not fulfill his wishes since he's already brought it over?

"I wasn't planning to deal with you since Angle Corporation is dealing with something challenging at the moment. You're the one who came to me yourself, all right?" Gwendolyn's eyes turned cold as she copied how he had spoken earlier. "Give me your hand! I'm going to teach you a lesson tonight!"

Cedrick struggled internally, but he didn't move.

The woman gave him a threatening glare and questioned, "Hmm? How dare you disregard your promise?"

Cedrick stayed silent and swallowed the lump in his throat.

After much dilemma, he slowly held his left hand out and revealed his palm.

Seeing that, Gwendolyn wasted no time and hit his hand with the ruler with only half her strength.

Smack!

Cedrick stayed motionless, with not even a twitch of his eyebrows.

"Does it hurt?" Gwendolyn asked softly.

The man thought about it seriously for a second before answering truthfully, "It's all right."

He worked with guns all year round back then. Even though he enjoyed a life of comfort back in Fairlake, he didn't care for the callouses on his hands, so his skin was quite rough.

Only a red line was left behind at where he was hit.

It wasn't a serious injury, and it was painful, but it didn't hurt to the point where he couldn't stand it.

Gwendolyn was not satisfied with his answer.

“It’s all right” meant it was just so-so.

It also meant that it didn’t hurt.

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