Wooing My Ex-Wife

Thanks to Cedrick, the members of the Jenson family were now pigs, and the Jenson residence was a pigsty.

Suppressing a smile, Gwendolyn clutched her children tighter and briskly walked away. She needed to get away from her crazed and silly husband as soon as possible.

That night, at the dinner table, Gwendolyn refused to speak to Cedrick.

She ignored him on purpose in an attempt to torture him a little.

Cedrick was on his best behavior as he did the dishes and dutifully tidied up the kitchen after dinner.

In the meantime, Gwendolyn helped Zendaya with her kindergarten handicraft assignment in her room.

Bored out of his mind, Benedict sat near them and did a new set of Mathematical Olympiad questions.

Two hours later, the evening’s harmonious atmosphere came to an end.

Gwendolyn brought the two children to her bedroom and planned for the three of them to sleep together that night.

Nonchalantly, Cedrick trailed behind them with his hands in his pockets and entered the bedroom whilst pretending nothing had happened.

Less than two minutes later, he was chased out of the room by Gwendolyn.

With a thud, the bedroom door slammed shut, isolating him outside.

Cedrick was speechless.

It would not be the first time he was forced to take refuge in the study after being thrown out of the bedroom.

Sighing, he knocked on the door softly. “Darling, quit messing around.”

Shortly after, Gwendolyn’s delicate voice sounded from inside the room. “The bed is too small for the four of us. You can sleep in the study tonight, and we can discuss matters tomorrow morning.”

Cedrick was rendered speechless as a surge of remorse filled his chest. Oh, why did I have to go and bring up Charles… Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

After all, he was the one who approved of Charles being the children’s godfather. Moreover, since the children were already five years old, there was absolutely no way Charles could even take advantage of the situation.

Why did I let it get to my head and lash out from jealousy during the day? I made my bed, and now I have to lie in it.

Standing in front of the door, Cedrick rolled up his shirt sleeves restlessly. He then leaned an arm against the doorframe, his forearms appearing to be rugged and attractive.

After some careful consideration, he decided to disregard his image in front of the children and beg for Gwendolyn’s mercy.

“Darling, it was completely my fault. I shouldn’t have brought up the matter of you and Charles being childhood friends when it’s already been so many years. I spoke too rashly—I was wrong. Darling, please don’t give me the cold shoulder. Why not hit me to your heart’s content instead?”

With a click, the door of the master bedroom suddenly opened.

Elated, Cedrick exclaimed, “Gwenny, I knew you’d never…”

He trailed off abruptly when he saw that it was not Gwendolyn, but Zendaya, who opened the door.

He trailed off abruptly when he saw that it was not Gwendolyn, but Zendaya, who opened the door.

“Daddy, Mommy’s tired, so stop pestering Mommy and let her sleep. You can apologize tomorrow. Mommy belongs to me and Benny tonight. Go back to being in the doghouse— I mean, the study!”

Pulling out a pillow from behind her, she passed it to her father and said, “Benny was worried that you wouldn’t be able to sleep, so he told me to give you your pillow. You should go and sleep now. Goodnight and sweet dreams!”

Thud!

Zendaya shoved the pillow into his hands and slammed the bedroom door shut.

The winds of exile that wafted over Cedrick’s face were cool.

Helplessly, Cedrick stared down at the pillow in his hand and gritted his teeth. “Benedict and Zendaya, you’re such wonderful kids! I’ll make sure to pay you back for this.”

After saying that, he turned around and headed upstairs to the study.

Meanwhile, Zendaya was pressed against the other side of the bedroom door as she listened to the fading footsteps outside.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Benedict, who lay in Gwendolyn’s arms, asked, “How is it? Did Daddy leave? What was he muttering about?”

Carefully, Zendaya twisted the doorknob and peeked outside with narrowed eyes.

The corridor outside was completely empty.

“Daddy’s gone,” Zendaya said as she clapped happily. However, she drew her brows together a moment later. “Just before he left, he said that he’d pay us back for what we did tonight. Ughhh…”

Pouting, Zendaya crawled into bed and hugged Gwendolyn’s leg. “Mommy will protect us, right? Daddy is the one at fault, but he wants to take it out on us! If you won’t help us, we’d get such a spanking!”

Gwendolyn was incredibly amused by the antics of the two children clinging onto her.

Patting Zendaya’s head, she teased, “What are you worried about? If you’re a good girl, Daddy won’t be able to punish you.”

Zendaya shook her head in response. “I can’t do that since I’m not a little lady. I’m a little monkey and a tomboy! Daddy will find a way to punish me for sure!”

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Next to them, Benedict commented leisurely, “Oh, it seems like you’re quite self-aware. You know that you’re naughty and deserve to be punished.”

Frowning, Zendaya pouted in displeasure. “Benny, you’re not getting off easy either. Daddy is out to get you too! Sooner or later, he’ll do something in retaliation.”

When Gwendolyn saw that the two children were about to get into a fight, she hurriedly separated them. “Okay, it’s time to sleep!”

Zendaya blinked at Gwendolyn miserably. “Mommy doesn’t love me anymore. You didn’t say that you’re going to protect me.”

Gwendolyn was well aware of how mischievous and naughty her own daughter could be. She patted the little girl’s head and said, “After getting spanked, you’ll become a good girl again!”

“Ugh… Poor me.” Zendaya had a hurt look on her face.

Gwendolyn picked up the storybook from the bedside table and proceeded with their nightly routine. She read the two children bedtime stories.

Amidst the fantastic imagery of her fairy tales, Zendaya was fast asleep before she knew it.

Meanwhile, Benedict fell asleep due to sheer boredom.

Illuminated by a dim bedside lamp in the master bedroom, Gwendolyn gently patted the chests of her two children until their breathing grew even, falling into a deep slumber.

Yawning, Gwendolyn was just about to turn off the lamp when she heard a rustling sound coming from the balcony of the bedroom.

Instinctively, she braced herself over her children protectively.

Is it Cedrick? Or is it someone else who is up to no good?

The floor-to-ceiling window that connected the balcony to the bedroom slowly opened from the outside. Through the dim lighting of the room, Cedrick’s astonishingly handsome face was revealed.

He wore a smile on his lips as he quietly tiptoed across the carpet.

Fear of p*ssing off his wife and waking up the kids was written all over his cautious actions.

Gwendolyn stared at him solemnly and demanded, “How did you get here?”

Cedrick pointed above him. “I climbed down from the study.”

Gwendolyn grumbled, “Why must you act like a thief in your own home?”

“Well, I was left with no choice since my wife shut me out. In order to reclaim my place in bed, I had no choice but to resort to this.” Not only was Cedrick not embarrassed about his behavior, but he even said those words proudly.

Lowering her eyes, Gwendolyn stared at the children. “The kids are already asleep. There’s no space for you here. Hurry and go back to the study.”

Briskly walking over to the bed, Cedrick bent over and planted a kiss on her cheek. He murmured shamelessly, “I don’t want to. I wish to be wherever my wife is.”

Gwendolyn was rendered speechless by his audacious words.

Her anger had long since subsided, and she could barely hold back her laughter.

Suppressing the urge to smile, Gwendolyn cleared her throat and berated Cedrick sternly, “Don’t assume that I’m just going to let what happened today slide. How could you dredge up the past in front of the children and disgrace me so? I think you need a spanking.”

Cedrick leaned in once more and kissed her other cheek fiercely. He murmured docilely, “Do as you wish. If you want to spank me, so be it. I reflected on my actions while I was in the study earlier, and I think I was definitely in the wrong. Perhaps I’ll feel better if you punish me for my bad behavior.”