Chapter 222
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Chapter 222 Why Is He Hiding Nonsense! I can never force Gwendolyn to do anything unless she volunteered to do it.
Besides, sheâs the one who got violent last night! Cedrickâs lower back was still aching from last nightâs beating.
Iâm not going to suffer alone.
Glaring at Nico, Cedrick said, âEach word you said earlier will cost you a month of salary.
Do the math on your own.
â âHuh?â The unforeseen disaster filled Nico with despair.
I said so many words just now.
Does that mean I wonât get paid for many years? What a heartless and unreasonable boss! He fell into despair and stood transfixed for a while.
Meanwhile, Cedrick smirked and turned around to leave.
Although his body ached, he walked swiftly while humming as if he was in a good mood.
Nico ran after him and cried, âBoss! I was wrong! Please give me a chance!â ⦠It had been so long since Gwendolyn slept so well.
In fact, she did not wake up until her phone rang at nine-thirty in the morning.
âHoney, Iâve already taught her a lesson about what happened last night.
It wonât happen again.
Please come back to the villa tonight.
Your partyâs the day after tomorrow.
You need to get readyââ Marcus coughed before he could end his sentence, and that grabbed Gwendolynâs attention.
Gwendolyn who was still in a daze thought about it before saying, âOkay.
â âCome back early tonight when youâve finished your work, okay? You need to try on your gown.
â âOkay.
â Upon hanging up, she turned around to continue sleeping.
However, her mind was slowly starting to clear up.
I went to The Honey Bee for a drink instead of going back to the Harris residence last night.
So, how did I end up in this bed? Instantly, she sat upright and turned her head to see broken pieces of a vase scattered on the ground near the bedside table.
Perplexed, she quickly gave William and Quinton a call.
The two had been guarding the door after Cedrick left.
As soon as they received Gwendolynâs call, they rushed into the room.
Gwendolyn had too much to drink last night that she could not remember what happened.
âWho sent me to the hotel last night?â âIt was Mr. Jenson.
He even took care of you the entire night.
â Gwendolynâs brows tightened into a frown as she quickly examined her body.
Only when she realized she was fine did she let out a sigh of relief.
Good thing Cedrick didnât do anything to me.
Otherwise, I will show up at the Jenson residence with a knife to slaughter him.
Then again, if nothing happened last night, why are there broken pieces on the floor? She did not remember fighting Cedrick.
All she remembered was having a sweet dream about Maverick last night.
She even kissed and hugged him in the dream.
Alas, neither William nor Quinton knew anything.
Looks like Iâll have to ask Cedrick to find out what happened.
Gwendolyn said, âWilliam, go to the Jenson residence to look for Cedrick.
Tell him I want to talk to him face to face.
â âUnderstood, Ms. Shalders.
â With that, William went out to carry out the orders.
âQuinton, tell the hotel manager Iâll pay for the broken vase at its original price.
â âAll right.
â It just so happened that the hotel manager and a server arrived with a trolley and were about to knock on the door when Quinton turned around to open it.
Having heard Gwendolynâs words, the hotel manager smiled politely.
âYouâre too kind, Ms. Shalders.
Mr. Jenson has already paid for the vase.
â In fact, Cedrick paid ten times the amount as a suggestion for the hotel to remove all decorations except for the tissues from the bedside table in the guest rooMs. The thought of that made the manager smile brighter.
He then stepped aside to reveal the custom-made food on the trolley.
âNot only that, Mr. Jenson even ordered breakfast for you.
These are made on the spot by our five-star chef.
Why donât you try them, Ms. Shalders?â At the same time, the server was transferring the breakfast to the suiteâs table until there was no space left.
Gwendolyn pursed her lips in silence as she scanned the breakfast on the table.
Could Cedrick really be so attentive? Why do I feel like he has a motive? Did he actually have sex with me last night? At that thought, Gwendolyn slipped her hand under the covers and quietly examined herself again to confirm that she was not in pain or injured.
Unable to find a breakthrough, she had no choice but to ask the hotel manager, âI just got back to Salinsburgh, and Iâm not familiar with Mr. Jenson.
Do you know what he looks like?â The manager shook his head.
âOrdinary people like us arenât worthy of seeing his real face.
He usually wears a mask when he goes out.
Then again, Iâve seen his back before.
Heâs tall and exudes an incredible aura.
I guess he has a handsome face.
â Gwendolyn said nothing in response.
It looks like I have to meet Cedrick in person to get to the bottom of this.
Gwendolyn did not take a single bite out of the breakfast Cedrick had ordered for her.
Instead, she washed up and left the hotel to supervise the construction of Angle Corporation.
It was not until the afternoon did William rush back.
âMs. Shalders, Iâve visited the Jenson residence.
Mr. Jenson isnât there.
â âWhat about Jenson Group?â âIâve asked the employees, too.
Heâs not there either.
â Very well.
Weâll just keep trying tomorrow and the days after that.
Heâll be there one day, anyway.
Hence, she made William go looking for Cedrick for two days straight.
She even sent people to stand guard outside the Jenson residence and Jenson Group.
Still, Cedrick was nowhere to be seen.
The situation confused Gwendolyn.
Is he hiding from me on purpose? Why is he doing that? Just like that, two days went by peacefully.
Soon, it was the night of the party.
The party was held at Marcusâ villa.
It was a grand party, so much so that all the major business figures and influential people of Salinsburgh were present.
Gwendolyn was getting her makeup touched up in the room two hours before the start of the party.
Hanging in the corner of the room was a gorgeous custom-made gown designed by Ms. Z.
It was an expensive outfit.
The gown fluttered as Gwendolyn walked, making her look like a fairy.
Just then, Ezra gently knocked on the door and reported softly into her ears.
âMs. Gwendolyn, Mr. Jenson hasnât returned until now.
Apparently, heâs carrying out a mission and wonât be returning tonight.
Mr. Marcus says heâs going to announce the wedding later tonight.
What if you get laughed at when Mr. Jenson doesnât show up tonight?â Gwendolyn was unfazed.
She did not care about all those things.
After all, she was already planning to cancel the marriage arrangement.
âItâs fine.
I still have my dad.
They wonât gossip even if Cedrick doesnât show up today.
â Itâs just that Cedrick is being a little too obvious in avoiding me.
While pondering about it carefully, she put down her applicator to hear a housekeeper knock on the door and say, âMs. Gwendolyn, Old Mr. Jensonâs here.
He wants to see you in private and is waiting for you in the side hall.
â âAll right.
â It was best to not keep Valentino waiting for long.
After all, he was an elder.
Thus, Gwendolyn changed into her gown and headed to the side hall.
âHello, Old Mr. Jenson.
My father has specially prepared coffee for you when he heard you were coming,â she greeted the old man in a sweet and polite manner.
Valentino put his coffee cup down, surprised to see Gwendolyn.
âCome closer, child.
Let me have a good look at you.
â Smiling, Gwendolyn took a seat beside Valentino.
Although it was their first meeting, Valentino liked her from the bottom of his heart.
Not only was she pretty and graceful, but she was also smart with her words.
Clearly, she was a thoughtful person.
Satisfied with the young ladyâs character, Valentino said, âWhat a great child.
No wonder Cedrick likes you.
Heâs never asked me for help.
Itâs his first time getting my help so he could marry youâ¦â Gwendolyn did not catch what he said after that, for her mind kept replaying the words he said earlier.
Cedrick got Old Mr. Jensonâs help for the first time just to be engaged to me? That means the son of a b*tch lied to me! He clearly has a motive! Why is he avoiding me, then?