Chapter 225
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Chapter 225 Lost Your Best Chance To Come Clean Cedrickâs mind went blank.
Mavy? He had never expected that name to come out of Gwendolynâs mouth.
Is she talking to him as though he was still Maverick? Does this mean she actually still has the slightest hint of feelings for him? The manâs heart was in utter confusion, and after mulling for a long while, he finally mustered up the courage to speak.
âGwendolyn, Iââ Before he could finish, the red-faced woman tugged at his sleeve furiously.
âMaverick! If you dare lie to me again, Iâll dig up your coffin, destroy your gravestone, and drag your corpse out!â Sheâs so brutal⦠The man instantly swallowed his words.
He sat by the bedside in a daze, deep in thought.
Gwendolyn didnât love him anymore.
He had always known that.
As her ex-husband, the only use he had for her now was if she needed him as a scapegoat.
If she ever finds out about all the huge lies I made up, sheâll hate me and never forgive me, right?
Wallowing in distress, he sat next to her and watched the woman deep in slumber.
He had spent a great deal of effort on this engagement, for his biggest regret in life was divorcing her in the past.
In fact, he was now terrified of losing her again.
If coming clean to her will only make things worse, then itâs better if she just accepts the fact that Maverick is gone forever.
Iâll start afresh with her as Cedrick Jenson.
Gwendolyn didnât appear to be sleeping well, her knitted brows giving her a grim expression.
Cedrick massaged the space between her brows carefully and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Then, he grabbed a towel from the bathroom to wipe her face and hands before grabbing himself a blanket from the closet, curling up on the sofa, and calling it a night.
With his mind remaining fuzzy, he slept all night.
The man was eventually awakened by the sound of the door unlocking from the outside.
Seeing that Gwendolyn was still asleep, he walked toward the door quietly and found Logan standing outside.
âDid you have a good chat with Ms. Harris last night, Mr. Jenson?â the older man asked with a grin.
âDid you bothâ¦â He made a gesture with his two thumbs pressing against each other.
Cedrickâs expression remained cold as he ignored Loganâs question.
âWhen Ms. Harris wakes up, tell her to have breakfast with Grandpa before she leaves.
If she refuses, donât force her to stay.
â âYes, Mr. Jenson.
â Cedrick went to the room next door to wash up before walking out of Valentinoâs villa.
Then, he heard some noises from a corner as soon as he arrived at the entrance to the building.
Upon paying close attention, it sounded like Nico.
The other person sounded like William.
âYouâre early, William.
Ms. Harris probably hasnât woken up yet.
You might have to wait a while longer.
â âThatâs fine, but she didnât drink last night, did she? Sheâd already drunk so much during the party, so Iâm guessing she got wasted.
Does she seriously think she can hold her liquor and drink all she wants like before?â William heaved a deep sigh.
âWhatâs wrong with Ms. Harris?â Nico asked, curious.
William paused momentarily.
âItâs all in the past.
Ms. Harris doesnât want anyone to talk about it.
Iâll get a pay cut if she finds out I blabbed.
â âYou can tell me.
I donât see her that often anyway, so itâs not like sheâd know you told me.
Besides, itâs just the two of us here now.
My lips are sealed.
â Across the wall, Cedrick was about to leave, but he walked back upon hearing that the two were talking about Gwendolyn.
âDo you remember when Mr. Wright passed away half a year ago?â William began.
âWhen Ms. Harris came back from his funeral, she locked herself in his room and bawled her eyes out, refusing to eat or drink for three days.
She even went to the wine cabinet to drink all the concentrated liquorâon an empty stomach! Her body couldnât take it, and she nearly destroyed her own liver.
Thatâs when her health started to decline.
â Nico was shocked.
âI canât believe it.
Ms. Harris⦠Sheâ¦â William sighed.
âMs. Harris never admits it, but she really likes Mr. Wright.
She had a hard time accepting the fact that he was gone, and she was devastated for a really long time.
Anyway, thatâs all in the past.
Letâs not talk about it anymore.
â Nico grew skeptical.
âBut how? I heard that Ms. Harris has grown quite fond of Mr. Ferguson.
Is that not true?â âMr. Ferguson?â William was bewildered.
âWhere did you hear that from? Apart from Mr. Wright, Ms. Harris has never even spared any other man a single glance.
â ⦠By now, Cedrickâs mind was in such a buzz that he could no longer hear what the two said after that.
William said she really likes me, and that she bawled her eyes out because of my death.
She almost wrecked her liver from drinking because of me.
So, the woman I love has loved me all this while too? She said there was someone she likes that day.
Was she actually referring to me, and not Sherman? Cedrickâs body began to tremble as a wave of inexplicable emotions swept through him.
He had never felt so glad in his life, nor did he ever dare imagine that Gwendolyn actually loved him.
His eyes reddening, the man turned in the direction of the villa.
He couldnât wait to tell her that he was still alive.
Suddenly, a silhouette appeared right in front of him.
It was Nico, who had just finished speaking to William.
âWhere are you headed, Boss?â Cedrick pushed him aside.
âIâm going to tell Gwendolyn the truth.
â âAre you sure about this, Boss? Last night was your first time seeing her again after six months.
That was your best chance to come clean, but you lost it, and you even put up an act with her.
Sheâs in her worst possible mood now.
Do you think sheâd forgive you if you went back to her now?â No, she wonât.
Telling her the truth now would be asking for trouble, and his plans would only backfire.
The woman might even be so infuriated that she cut him off completely, refusing to ever contact him again.
Even so, he couldnât bear to wait another second, knowing that she loved him.
Suppressing the joy in his heart, Cedrick began to think rationally.
Nico tried to help too.
âOr perhaps you can pretend to have lost your memories to make her feel sorry for you? And when the time is right, you can tell her youâve recovered your memories.
She probably wonât be as mad if you did this.
â Thatâs a plan, all right.
Cedrick fell silent for a moment and eventually shook his head.
âForget it.
Gwendolynâs too smart,â he responded frigidly.
âIf she finds out that I pretended to have lost my memories, thatâll only complicate things further, and I might end up turning into a corpse for real.
â âI think itâs still best to find a good time to tell her the truthâat least while she hasnât been completely overcome by rage,â he concluded.
Then, he pondered for a while longer before instructing Nico, âHave Gwendolyn come over to my villa tomorrow night.
Tell her Iâd like to treat her to dinner.
â Nico looked uncertain.
âWill she come, though?â âShe will,â Cedrick answered confidently.
âSheâs always been overly skeptical, so whatever happened last night wouldnât be enough to clear her doubts.
Iâm guessing sheâll start doing her own investigation for the next few days too.
She might even try to look into me, so Iâll have to come clean to her before she finds out the truth on her own.
â Nico nodded fervently.
That makes absolute sense.
We canât wait any longer.
Itâs all over if Ms. Harris finds out that Boss has been hiding the truth from her all along! After making all the necessary arrangements, Cedrick walked out of Valentinoâs villa.
Yet, the man seemed to recall something just after taking a few steps forward, and he turned back.
âThis isnât enough.
Find me a thick horsewhipâone thatâs thick enough to cause some really serious tears on the skin.
â Nico grimaced as he heard that.
âBoss⦠Youâre so brutal even to yourself!â Alas, Cedrick remained firm in his decision.
Thatâs my only choice if I want her back.
I missed my best chance to come clean last night.
If she beats me tomorrow night, that means sheâs actually willing to forgive me, and hopefully, thatâd help to ease her anger too.
But things wonât be as simple if she doesnât even bother laying a finger on me.