Chapter 217
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Chapter 217 Someone She Likes Gwendolyn believed what she said was beyond reproachable and highly reasonable.
She figured Cedrick, as a member of the wealthy and conservative Jenson family and the current head of the household, naturally placed great faith in such superstitions.
Wearing a sincere look, she waited quietly for Cedrickâs response.
Cedrick, leaning back in his chair, wiped off the coffee stain on his lips, regaining his usual dignified poise.
âMs. Harris, a priest once read my fortune as well.
He told me I have a prosperous and resilient destiny which is particularly good at countering a jinxed destiny like yours.
It seems we are a perfect match for one another.
â Gwendolyn was momentarily rendered speechless.
She continued smiling, but rage was actually boiling within her.
While contemplating whether she should utter the phrase âTo h*ll with you!â at him, she gritted her teeth and spoke with a sweet voice.
âWhat a coincidence!â Cedrick nodded slightly, but he put down the coffee, not daring to take another sip.
Gwendolyn was reluctant to leave without accomplishing her goal, so she made up a worse excuse.
âTo be honest, Iâm sure my father lied to you about something.
During one intimate session with my ex-husband, I accidentally passed out and was admitted to the hospital.
The doctor mentioned my health was poor and that I was infertile.
I probably wonât be able to carry any children in this lifetime.
My ex-husband divorced me because he disdained my inability to conceive.
â Cedrick, who was sitting with his back to her, discreetly took a deep breath.
He felt relieved that he hadnât continued drinking the coffee and that he didnât have a heart condition.
Otherwise, he might suffer a heart attack on the spot.
Meanwhile, Gwendolyn kept up her pretense, adding in a regretful tone, âAs the head of the household, itâs vital for you to ensure the continuity of your lineage, Mr. Jenson.
I truly cannot contribute to the Jenson family in this respect.
Therefore, we should annul this marriage.
Otherwise, I would feel guilty for becoming the Jenson familyâs undoing.
â Not only is my destiny unfavorable, but Iâm also infertile, and that implies a discordant sex life.
Having said so much, he must be, at the very least, discontented, right? Cedrick took some time to collect himself before replying hoarsely, âIâm not fond of children, so itâs fine if you canât have children, Ms. Harris.
Iâm also swamped with work most of the time, so if you arenât interested in engaging in intimate activities, we can abstain from doing it.
â Gwendolyn was stumped.
Seriously? Heâs able to endure all this? Iâm not the only woman who can marry into the Jenson family, so why is he going to such lengths to trouble me? She gnashed her teeth and asked as calmly as possible, âIt seems youâre in favor of the marriage arrangement.
So, did Old Mr. Jenson decide this marriage on his own, or were you interested in me from the beginning?â Cedrick responded, âMy grandfather made the decision, but I have no objections.
â Oh? Arenât you an obedient grandson? Do you listen to everything your grandfather tells you? If he asks you to eat sh*t, will you do it too? Gwendolyn was seething with anger.
She had tolerated him as much as she could, and she just couldnât bear it anymore.
Cedrick deeply disgusted her.
Her first impression of him was so negative that it couldnât get any worse.
She didnât bother to waste another breath talking to him.
Gwendolyn got to her feet, straightened out the wrinkles on her skirt, and adopted a firm attitude.
âFrankly, I already have someone I like, so Iâm very dissatisfied with this marriage arrangement.
I believe you wonât want to marry a woman who is not devoted to you.
Sooner or later, I will call off this marriage.
If you can fulfill my wish and support me in front of Old Mr. Jenson, Iâll owe you a favor.
That way, we can still be friends in the future.
Thatâs all I have to say.
Iâm leaving.
â She glanced haughtily at the man leaning against the back of the chair and spun on her heels to leave with poise.
Cedrick never turned around.
Gwendolynâs statement about her having someone she liked stung him to the core.
His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed as the color drained from his handsome face.
Gwendolyn walked downstairs, staring straight ahead as she exited the courtyard of Cedrickâs villa.
When she arrived at the entrance, she caught sight of a figure dashing past her from the corner of her eyes, moving swiftly toward the back door.
That looks like⦠Nico? But why would Nico avoid greeting me if he saw me? He even sneaked away from the side.
Gwendolyn found it strange and was baffled by what she had seen.
She hadnât been drinking that day, so she couldnât have made mistakes like last night.
That person was definitely Nico.
After pondering briefly, she turned her head around to look at the villa.
Before Nico left, she remembered him mentioning that he was going to serve his new superior.
If her eyes werenât playing tricks on her earlier, she wondered if Cedrick was Nicoâs new superior.
Is Cedrick also a member of the Federal Bureau of Investigation? She recalled the rumor that the head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation wore a mask and was hideous.
Perhaps that may really be Cedrick.
Nevertheless, all those speculations didnât concern her.
She was determined to call off the marriage anyway.
Behind the thin black curtain of the study in the villa, Cedrick quietly observed everything happening at the villaâs entrance with his pensive, dark eyes.
Gwendolynâs petite figure stood at the entrance, unknowingly looking up at the window of the study room and meeting his gaze.
Nico dashed all the way upstairs.
He nearly overshot when he arrived at the entrance of the study room.
Panting heavily, he patted his chest, which was heaving due to shock.
âBoss, why did Ms. Harris suddenly come here? You shouldâve informed me in advance.
I nearly ran into her when I entered just now! Fortunately, I was quick to stay out of sight.
â Cedrick didnât say a word.
The atmosphere inside the room was heavy and somber.
Nico approached him.
âBoss, whatâs wrong?â âGwendolyn said she has someone she likes.
â His voice was soft, and the expression in his eyes was laced with agony.
He had thought that nearly dying for her once would earn him a place in her heart, but that seemed like a luxury now.
Nico fell silent too.
It has only been half a year, and she already likes someone new? Nico felt a pang of sympathy for his boss.
He wanted to advise Cedrick to give up, but he was too familiar with the latterâs personality.
As a result, Nico could only console Cedrick, âBoss, donât overthink.
Youâre Cedrick, not Maverick.
Regardless of whether she dislikes or loves you, you can just pursue her again, right? After all, you look different from before.
Ms. Harris probably wonât recognize you.
â That night in the abandoned warehouse half a year ago, Maverick was burned in a fire.
After resolving the internal strife within the Jenson family, he secretly went to Hawen for plastic surgery.
Although his face had recovered, he still looked quite similar to his previous appearance.
Cedrick ignored Nico.
It would be surprising if Gwendolyn didnât recognize me.
Sheâs so astute and will immediately notice something is off and feel suspicious as soon as we meet face to face.
On her way back, Gwendolyn still dwelled on the engagement.
Since Cedrick is unwilling to cooperate, this marriage probably canât be called off before the welcoming party three days later.
That d*mn bastard! The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
How could the position of the Harris familyâs wealthiest heir be taken by such a despicable man? This is so frustrating! Her fighting spirit was set ablaze.
She immediately went to make arrangements for the establishment of Angleâs branch company to expand the business over here as soon as possible.
Treyton dominated the entertainment industry.
He was a powerful man who could dictate the fate of half of the entertainment industry.
In that case, Gwendolyn aimed to become the woman who would control the other half of the entertainment industry.
After a busy afternoon, she selected the site and began to arrange for people to renovate the buildingâs interior.
Elven suddenly called.
âMs. Harris, the moment Mr. Hector learned about your return, he went to stir a ruckus in the Harris familyâs ancestral hall, accusing you of hurting him with sulphuric acid and demanding Mr. Marcus help him seek justice.
â She had known all along that Hector would take the opportunity to complain about her when she revealed her identity previously.
However, she didnât expect him to be so impatient.
Nonetheless, Gwendolyn thought his timing couldnât be better.