Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick)
Chapter 401

It had been a long time since she had been so cold to him.

Gwendolyn said nothing in response because that matter was still making her heart pound.

If Summer didn't tell her in time and if she didn't make her driver run all the red lights to get there, she didn't dare to imagine how injured Cedrick would have been if he were whipped eighty times. She still clearly remembered the miserable state Xander was in after his punishment.

She couldn't imagine how devastated she would be if she got there slightly later. How could he not cherish himself? What happened to the promise he made to me? Did he forget so quickly?

If she didn't teach him a lesson, he would definitely hide his injuries again!

She pondered for a while before she grabbed his hand and headed upstairs.

Cedrick could clearly sense the chill radiating off Gwendolyn, so he followed her into the room silently.

"Stand here."

She pointed to the carpet at the foot of the bed.

Although Cedrick didn't know what she was planning to do, he stood there obediently and looked at her.

Gwendolyn walked to the bedside table and opened the top drawer.

Upon seeing this, Cedrick lowered his head as he knew what was going to happen. He waited for his wife to punish him.

However, Gwendolyn didn't approach him after taking the ruler out of the drawer.

She rolled up her left sleeve, revealing her slender wrist.

Then, a glint flashed across her eyes as she hit her wrist with her right hand.

A dull thud sounded.

Cedrick immediately raised his head. His heart gave a lurch when he realized she had hit herself.

"What are you doing?"

He charged toward her and snatched the ruler from her hand. Then, he inspected her injury.

A red mark had immediately appeared on Gwendolyn's fair skin.

Cedrick rubbed her injury gently, and his eyes reddened.

"Do you know what you're doing? Gwendolyn, you're pregnant! How could you hurt yourself? If you're upset, you can hit me! I won't resist. You can't hurt yourself." He was mad and regretful that he didn't discover what she was trying to do earlier.

Gwendolyn stared at him and chuckled. "Even though I was only hit with a ruler once, you're this distressed because I'm the one who got injured. Cedrick, if you were whipped today, I'd have felt even more distressed than you! You would have been on the brink of death because of the whipping! The pain in my heart would not be any less than physical pain. If you truly love me, you must take care of yourself and avoid getting hurt!"

Cedrick carried her to the bed and applied anti-inflammatory cream on her injury. He apologized and said earnestly, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have thought about hiding it from you. From now on, I'll discuss everything with you."

"I want you to make an oath," Gwendolyn said solemnly.

He immediately raised three fingers and swore, "I promise I'll never hide anything from you from now on. I'll take good care of myself and avoid getting hurt. Also, I'll discuss everything with you." Gwendolyn stared at him in dissatisfaction. "I want you to swear that if you break your promise, your soon-to-be wife will pay the price."

He looked at her in disbelief. "Are you insane? Why do you have to be so harsh on yourself?"

"It's not an oath you will remember to abide if it's not serious."

She only had him now, so she would never allow him to have any mishaps!

Cedrick retracted his three fingers. "That's impossible. I'll never swear on your and our children's lives."

There was no room for compromise on this matter.

Nevertheless, he knew Gwendolyn would never give up so easily.

Therefore, he snuggled into Gwendolyn's embrace, pouted, and acted pitifully.

"I was wrong. I promise there's no next time!"

Gwendolyn lowered her head, unfazed.

He continued to snuggle up to her and said aggrievedly, "To be honest, I didn't have the confidence to survive those eighty whips today. I still can't calm down properly. I want you to comfort me, Gwenny." Gwendolyn was rendered speechless. You're already lucky I didn't beat you up when we got home! How dare you try to seek comfort now!

"Gwenny, I don't want to hurt you, so I won't get hurt from now on. However, if you want me to swear on your and our children's lives, I really can't do it! I just escaped from the ancestral hall, so can you stop scolding me? Show me some affection, please."

His eyes reddened, and his tone was soft. He slowly leaned in and kissed her lips.

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't refuse, he boldly lifted the blanket and tucked her in gently. Then, he lay down next to her.

The next day, Gwendolyn was rudely woken up by her ringing phone.

She reached for her phone and glanced at it groggily. Since it was an unknown number, she didn't answer it.

After half a minute, she received a text message from the unknown number.

It wrote: Gwendolyn, my homecoming feast is in two days. I'm going to pick a gown from Mi Couture today. Will you be coming?

Upon seeing the text message, Gwendolyn became wide awake in a flash. Her expression darkened.

Although it was an unknown number, she knew it was Evelyn.

After another half a minute, she received another text message from the same number.

It said: I know you have been asking around about me recently. Why don't you come and ask me? I'll definitely tell you what you want to know. Treyton will be accompanying me. I hope you can come and pick my gown for me!

Gwendolyn looked at the text messages and sneered.

Since Evelyn was so enthusiastic, she wouldn't reject her invitation.

She replied: Of course.

Cedrick was still fast asleep. Gwendolyn didn't want to wake him up, so she pecked his forehead and got up quietly to wash up. Then, she left.

An hour later, she appeared at the entrance of Mi Couture, the most high-end custom luxury clothing store in Salinsburgh.

Treyton was sitting on the leather sofa inside the store, looking at Evelyn. A sales assistant was showing Evelyn some gowns.

He caught a glimpse of a familiar figure entering the store. When he looked over, he immediately stood up.

"Kiddo, what are you doing here?"

Gwendolyn smiled, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Evelyn invited me here personally. How can I refuse her when her big day is in two days?" Treyton looked at her in worry and shot her a look. "You're pregnant. She doesn't need you to accompany her. It's tiring. You should go back quickly." Gwendolyn ignored him.

Evelyn, who was deeper inside the store choosing a gown, heard the commotion and immediately came out and held Gwendolyn's hands warmly. We value your privacy

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