Chapter 223
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Chapter 223 Nowhere To Hide Suspicious thoughts raced through Gwendolynâs mind.
Valentino was still speaking when she snapped out of her thoughts.
âCedrickâs really fallen for you.
By the way, youâve been back for a few days already, right? Have you two met yet? Whatâs your first impression of him?â âI havenât met him yet, Old Mr. Jenson,â answered Gwendolyn.
She then seized the opportunity to continue, âIâve been sending people to meet him these days, but heâs been avoiding me.
So, no.
I havenât met him yet.
â The look on Valentinoâs face grew serious.
âDid that really happen?â He then asked Logan to enter and ordered, âGet Cedrick here this instant.
Whatâs he avoiding her for?â âYes.
â In the meantime, Gwendolyn kept her smile while chatting and having coffee with Valentino.
Ten minutes later, Logan returned.
âOld Mr. Jenson, Mr. Jenson isnât coming tonight.
Heâs on a mission.
â âWhat kind of missionâs so urgent that he has to bail his fiancéeâs party? Ugh.
This rascal!â Valentino stomped his cane on the ground and tried to stop himself from being too harsh with his words.
He assured her, âDonât worry, Gwendolyn.
Iâm going to bring him here, even if it means kidnaping him.
â Instead of rejecting the suggestion, Gwendolyn smiled obediently.
âWeâll follow your lead.
â Valentino cast her an affectionate gaze, but it darkened when he shifted his gaze to Logan.
âTell that rascal to kneel in the ancestral hall for three whole days until his legs break if he doesnât show up on time today.
â With that, Logan left.
Ten minutes later, he returned again to report gloomily, âMr. Jenson says heâll⦠carry out his punishment in the ancestral hall once he returns from his mission.
â Hearing that, Valentino lost it! Heâd rather get punished than attend his fiancéeâs party, huh? Heâs dead set on going against my words.
Since Gwendolyn was still present, he had no choice but to steel himself and increase the severity of the punishment.
âThe punishment doesnât scare him, huh? Very well.
Tell him heâll get whipped a hundred times if he still doesnât show up.
â Loganâs face fell.
âOne hundred whips? Are you being serious, Old Mr. Jenson?â Valentino simply stomped his cane on the ground and turned his head, snorting coldly.
Even so, Valentino dared not pass the message to Cedrick.
âOld Mr. Jenson, you know how stubborn Mr. Jenson is.
Heâll definitely go to the ancestral hall to receive his punishment if heâs decided to not attend.
Are we really going to beat him if he goes to the ancestral hall? Heâll be dead if we really whip him.
â There was a change in Valentinoâs countenance.
He lowered his head and fell silent.
In the meantime, Gwendolynâs eyes darted between the two menâs expressions.
Sounds like the Jenson familyâs whipping punishment isnât as simple as I thought.
Can a hundred whips really kill someone as muscular as Cedrick? Heâs from the army, though.
However, Valentino had already said that in front of Gwendolyn.
It would be too embarrassing for him to go against his promise, but he could not bring himself to beat Cedrick to death as well.
The atmosphere in the room grew tense.
At that moment, Gwendolyn knew Valentino was keeping quiet and waiting for her to speak.
With a smile, she said gently, âOld Mr. Jenson, this whipping punishment sounds really terrifying.
Itâs just a party, anyway.
His mission is more important.
Please donât punish him.
Itâs okay if Mr. Jenson doesnât come.
â Gratified, Valentino patted her hand and sighed.
âYouâve got such a big heart.
Iâm sorry you have to deal with this.
â âItâs okay, Old Mr. Jenson.
â However, her generosity only made Valentino feel more sorry.
âDonât worry, Gwendolyn.
Even if he doesnât show up today, Iâll find a way to let the two of you meet.
Iâm going to make him apologize to you.
â Soon, the party officially began.
Gwendolyn had become the center of attention as soon as she appeared.
Her gorgeous gown, her delicate makeup, and her every move made her look beautiful beyond words.
The party that night was organized because of her.
Gwendolyn walked up the stage under everyoneâs gazes and made a wonderful speech about returning to the Harris family.
When she finished speaking, Marcus went upstage to announce her engagement with Cedrick while the crowd cheered.
Since Cedrick did not show up, Marcus decided to simplify his speech and skipped the important parts to distract the guests.
Halfway through the party, Gwendolyn had finished toasting to the guests and found a table in the corner to enjoy some wine quietly.
Sherman felt bad to see her drinking alone.
Hence, he walked over and sat across from her.
âGwendolyn, you donât really want to get engaged with Cedrick, do you?â he asked.
She said nothing and swirled her glass elegantly.
Seeing that, Sherman continued, âItâs ridiculous.
How could he be absent on such an important day and make you put up with everyoneâs criticisms alone? He wonât treat you well when you marry him in the future.
â Gwendolyn snorted.
âMr. Ferguson, no one, apart from you, is criticizing me today.
â Looking gloomy, Sherman said, âThatâs because Mr. Harris is doing a great job of controlling the crowd.
Gwendolyn, I regret not letting my parents talk to him about asking your hand in marriage.
But Iâm willing to fight against the Jenson family if youâre willing to be with me.
â âThatâs not necessary, Mr. Ferguson.
I donât want that,â rejected Gwendolyn without hesitation.
âWhy? Do you really like Cedrick?â Gwendolyn put down her glass and said solemnly, âI donât like him, nor will I marry him.
Similarly, I only see you as a friend.
Weâll never get married.
I hope you can understand that.
â Sherman paled, totally at a loss for words.
The Harris familyâs party ended at eleven oâclock at night.
Nico, who had been hiding near the Harris residence, rushed to a car that was parked about two hundred meters away.
He checked his surroundings before getting into the car.
Before Nico could even make himself comfortable, the man, who had been waiting in the car for a long time, asked, âHow did it go?â âDonât worry, Boss.
No one dared to criticize Ms. Gwendolyn thanks to the threats you made in advance and Mr. Marcusâ
skills in handling the situation.
â Cedrick felt incredibly guilty.
âIs she upset?â Nico pondered and answered, âNo.
I saw her chatting with Mr. Ferguson for a long time, and it looked like the conversation went well.
â Immediately, Cedrick pursed his lips.
The color drained from his face, and a look of dejection filled his dark eyes.
Although Nico could not see Cedrickâs expression in the dark, the former could sense a thick tension building up in the air.
I shouldnât have mentioned Shermanâs name.
Hitting his mouth frustratedly, Nico quickly changed the topic.
âItâs getting late.
When are you planning to return to the Jenson residence?â Cedrick contemplated for a moment.
âIâll wait here a little longer.
â He did not return to the Jenson residence until an hour later.
Remembering the punishment Valentino had given him for not attending the party, Cedrick went straight to the ancestral hall instead of the villa.
Logan was already waiting for Cedrick at the entrance.
Clearly, the former had been waiting for a long time.
âMr. Jenson, Old Mr. Jensonâs been saying heâs feeling uncomfortable ever since he returned.
Please go and have a look.
â Thus, Cedrick followed Logan without giving it much thought.
Upon arriving at the guest room on the second floor, Logan suddenly halted in his tracks and made a gesture for Cedrick to enter.
Frowning, Cedrick asked, âThis isnât Grandpaâs room.
Why did you bring me here?â âOld Mr. Jensonâs leg wasnât in a good condition.
He was feeling uncomfortable when he arrived at this point.
Hence, he decided to spend the night here,â explained Logan without the slightest change in his expression.
Cedrick kept mum, clearly not believing Loganâs words.
Noticing that, Logan met Cedrickâs gaze and questioned, âDo you think Iâd dare to joke about Old Mr.
Jensonâs health? Heâs in there.
Youâd better go in quickly.
Heâll be mad if youâre late.
â Cedrick was not fully convinced, but he still pushed the door open and took two steps forward.
Immediately after that, Logan gave him a push at the back and locked the door.
âOpen the door, Logan!â Cedrick banged on the door a few times, but there was no sound outside the door.
It was as if Logan had left.
Just as Cedrick was feeling puzzled, a familiar womanâs voice rang out behind him.
âItâs useless.
This was arranged by Old Mr. Jenson because you kept avoiding me.
â This voiceâ¦