Chapter 520 A Chance To Start Over
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Gwendolyn and Cedrick looked at each other and smiled. From the way they gazed at each other with looks of adoring love in their eyes, they truly resembled a young couple in their honeymoon phase.
âSeeing that weâre all here to visit the museum, should we go over to say hello and get acquainted?â
she asked.
He glanced toward the exhibition hall on the opposite side. âSince Mr. Hall is also here to spend some alone time with his girlfriend, Iâm sure he wouldnât want us to go over and disturb them. Why donât we wait until theyâve made their way through that section before we head over there?â
She nodded in agreement. I already donât quite enjoy socializing, let alone having to disrupt our sweet, quality time together to socialize. Iâm guessing those two wouldnât like it either. Hence, itâs better not to disturb them.
The brief interlude did not stop Gwendolyn and Cedrick from exploring the rest of the big museum.
Each time, they would wait for Paul and Annie to finish browsing before moving on to the next part of the exhibition They took their time exploring the exhibition at Astoriaâs largest museum at a leisurely pace, and the afternoon flew by just like that.
The sun was hanging low on the horizon and about to set when they exited the museum, and darkness gradually fell.
Shifting her gaze down from the sky, Gwendolyn saw someone ushering Paul into a car that would take him back to the hotel.
Meanwhile, his young girlfriend, Annie, had already gotten into the car ahead of him.
From where Gwendolyn stood, she could only see Annieâs slender legs and a pair of white, diamond-
encrusted heels. She must be an elegant and graceful lady.
Instead of hastily getting into the vehicle, Paul turned around, seemingly having noticed Gwendolyn and Cedrick as they stood at the museumâs entrance.
Although the bearded man was in his forties, he was still handsome. He politely inclined his head in Cedrickâs direction as a greeting, and the latter nodded in acknowledgment.
Seeing that the two men exchanged glances, Gwendolyn asked curiously. âIs that another friend of yours?â
âNot a friend. Just an acquaintance,â Cedrick answered flatly while watching Paulâs luxury car drive away from the museum.
Having no interest in Paul, for the time being, she did not ask any other questions. She merely hummed in response and pulled Cedrick into their car.
-After returning to the hotel, she immediately plopped onto the bed.
They had spent the whole afternoon walking around the museum, and her legs were tired and aching.
Cedrick crouched down, lifted her dainty feet, and gently massaged the acupuncture points on the soles of her feet. He was very skillful, and he did every movement lovingly.
Gazing at the look of deep concentration on his handsome face, Gwendolyn smiled and asked, âWhy trouble yourself, Ceddy? Just find a massage parlor, and letâs both go for a spa session. Thatâll make us feel thoroughly relaxed and refreshed. How about that?â
He did not smile, which was uncharacteristic for him. Instead, he raised his head solemnly and fixed his gaze on her. âNo one else can touch my wifeâs feet or any inch of her skin. If someone accidentally touches. you, I cut off their hands.â
He was blatantly staking his claim on her. It was as though he had stamped her body with a personal seal that showed she belonged to him.
Arching an eyebrow, she grinned impishly and deliberately asked, âSo what will you do if I touch another man on my own accord?â
Cedrick stopped rubbing her feet. The corners of his eyes reddened as he stared at her. âIf that happens, it must be because I did something to make you angry. Your desire to touch another man has to be because you didnât find me attractive enough. Iâd reflect on my actions, get on my knees, and trade my life for your love.â
Her heart twisted painfully, and she stroked his handsome face pityingly. âCeddy, the two of us are equals. You shouldnât think so little of yourself.â
Cradling his face in her hands, Gwendolyn added earnestly, âMy heart will never change, and I wonât touch another man. Lonly love you.â
Feeling satisfied, he hugged her waist and pushed her onto the bed. âWeâre still on our honeymoon, so how could you ask a question that could easily damage our relationship? Shouldnât you be punished?â
She nipped his chin gently. âIt was my mistake. What punishment did you have in mind?â
He pinched her waist lightly with his hands and murmured in a hoarse voice, âSince itâs your fault, we should let your slender waist atone for your mistake.â
With that, Cedrick leaned forward and pressed his thin lips against hers in a fervent kiss that radiated a strong sense of possessiveness.
The sun had set, and a blanket of darkness was slowly descending over everything.
Inside the presidential suite, none of the lights were on. Hence, the hazy darkness concealed their pleasure.
Gwendolyn did not resist from beginning to end, thinking everything would be fine once it was over, Little did she know it was only the first of many rounds that night.
It was a long yet wonderful night.
Due to the time difference, nighttime in Astoria was daytime over in Chanaca.
Treyton could not help worrying about Jenniferâs first filming since her recovery, so he personally went to the web seriesâ filming set to supervise.
The expectations for an actorâs acting skills in a web series were not that high. Despite that, she still had countless failed takes.
Losing her memories of the past four years meant she had forgotten everything she had gone through and learned in the entertainment industry. In front of the camera, she was now no different than a young and inexperienced rookie.
Treyton was a bigwig in the entertainment industry, and with him personally overseeing the filming director dared not express his annoyance. All the director could do was force himself to keep his temper in check throughout all the failed takes and step forward to guide Jennifer through her scenes Jennifer was so nervous that she twisted the hem of her skirt around her fingers. She was disappointed in herself and felt utterly disheartened.
Treytonâs sharp eyes did not miss the exhaustion etched across her face. Calling a stop to the filming he led her to sit down in front of him. Then, he took a wet tissue and started gently wiping away the fine sheen of perspiration on her forehead.
âThank you, Mr. Treyton. Iâll do it myself.â
Her response was polite, yet distant.
Although his fingers stiffened slightly, he tamped down the pain in his heart and handed her the tissue.
âYouâve been trying for a few hours. How do you feel? Do you feel yourself getting into character?â
Sighing, she shook her head and slid into a state of self-doubt. âIn the past⦠Was I really a movie star who won the Best Actress Award?â
He nodded. âThatâs right. Until now, your gold trophy is still at my villa. Youâve seen it,â
Wearing a complicated expression, she looked dejected. âThen why donât I have any recollection at all?
Since Iâve acted in so many movies, it stands to reason that tapping into my acting skills should be second nature to me. However, Iâ¦. I canât do it at all.â
Jennifer could tell that none of the takes during those few hours of filming had been satisfactory. She knew the director was also in despair but dared not scold her because Treyton was there. She felt incredibly guilty, but she did not know what to do.
âI promise Iâm not lying to you. These are all the accolades you won due to your hard work. However, you donât have to feel discouraged. Youâre just ill now. When you recover, youâll remember everything.â
he reminded her patiently.
âIs that true? Do I really have a chance of getting better?â She was still somewhat uncertain.
Treyton was momentarily stunned. Then, he lowered his gaze that was tinged with guilt, and nodded.
In truth, however, Joshua had previously said that Jenniferâs nerves had been damaged, and it would be difficult for them to heal Nonetheless, Treyton patted her arm reassuringly. âEven if you donât remember, it doesnât matter. Youâll always be my fiancée, and yours will be the only name written on my marriage certificate. Itâs okay that youâve forgotten me. I just hope youâll stop rejecting me, deliberately ignoring me, and refusing to let me get close to you. Give me a chance for a fresh start with you.â
Jennifer lowered her head and spaced out for a long time before finally nodding stiffly. Even so, she was absent-minded and did not seem to have paid close attention to what he said.
âUm⦠Mr. Treyton, it seems Iâve no acting skills at all. I feel lost in front of the camera. Perhaps losing the memories of the past four years is fateâs way of giving me a chance to start over. I want to choose again. Is that okay?â
Treytonâs fingers trembled. Suppressing the burgeoning fear in his heart with great difficulty, he asked, âWhat is it that you want to choose again?â
Choose whether or not she wants to be with me? Whether or not she wants to be my fiancée? Whether or not the wants to walk down the aisle with me in the future?
As those questions ceaselessly echoed in Treytonâs mind, his eyes reddened, and he squeezed his hands together nervously as he awaited her reply.