Wooing My Ex-Wife Novel novel Chapter 519

Chapter 519 His Priceless Treasure Was His Wife 

I’ll get to have her? 

Cedrick’s ebony eyes gleamed with excitement. 

So long as I get to have a taste of her, anything goes. Shedding a few tears and sobbing before her is nothing to be ashamed of! 

He bit his lower lip, making his eyes go red-rimmed. 

With tears shimmering in them, he glanced back over his shoulder at her and murmured, “I was wrong. Darling. I’d never act arbitrarily again next time. Please don’t hit me anymore. My butt is all swollen.” 

Dipping her eyes, Gwendolyn cast a look at the damage to his bottom. 

Indeed, his skin was red and swollen under the beads of water. 

She admired her handiwork. “Your butt is even more perky now. This is my brand of fluffing up the butt quickly. It’s of high quality and comprehensive.” 

Words eluded Cedrick. 

-Suppressing the desire within him, he questioned in a hoarse voice. “I’ve already yielded to you. Shouldn’t 

you keep up your end of the bargain and let me have you, Darling?” 

Gwendolyn put down the bath brush before giving a nod of her head. 

As soon as her weapon left her hand, Cedrick grabbed her wrist and yanked her under the shower. 

The aggressiveness in his eyes could no longer be masked. 

“You’ve gotten your wish, Gwenny. Thus, shouldn’t it be your turn to ache all over?” 

“Ced-” 

Before she had finished speaking. Cedrick’s grip on her wrist increased in strength. In a trice, their positions were reversed. 

She was pinned against the wall with the man covering her from the back. 

Without any obstructions then, he took her without restraint. 

Recalling their visit to the museum tomorrow, Gwendolyn shyly reminded, “Don’t destroy me. Otherwise, how am I going out tomorrow? Exercise some restraint and take it easy.” 

Cedrick did not respond to that. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he imitated her tone and declared, “This is my brand of keeping fit. It’s of high quality and top-notch skills.” 

That left Gwendolyn without a retort. 

Gah! I was simply shooting myself in the foot! 

By the time they finished showering, her knees were weak, and her waist ached so much that she could not stand upright. 

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Cedrick thoughtfully wrapped a towel around her and carried her to the bed in the bedroom. He then brought a blow dryer over. Standing by the bed, he helped her blow dry her hair patiently. 

Bone-weary, Gwendolyn lowered her head and rested it against his waist with her eyes closed in a light sleep. 

Like an exquisite doll, she allowed him to do as he pleased to her. 

More than ten minutes later, her hair was finally dry. Cedrick carefully shifted her below the covers. 

In the darkness, he pinned her down and kissed her on the forehead before moving to the tip of her nose. 

Gwendolyn was sleeping soundly when she was awakened by his kisses. 

“What are you doing instead of sleeping at this hour?” 

“I’m hungry. Would you like some supper?” 

Gwendolyn instantly grasped his meaning, and her temper spiked. 

Inhaling deeply, she gritted her teeth. “Ced-” 

No sooner had she started speaking than a pair of lips captured her soft ones. 

Before she could begin to struggle and put up a fight, the man had nipped it all in the bud. 

Forced into silence, she was gripped by the urge to curse him out. 

D*mn it! 

The first night of their honeymoon in a foreign land kicked off with a roll in the hay. 

Verily, Gwendolyn was wiped out. She slumbered deeply, sleeping until late noon the next day. 

Her growling stomach seemingly sensed the enticement of food and slowly cleared her groggy mind. 

She could vaguely smell the aroma of food in the air. 

Rubbing her bleary eyes, she sat up with a hand propped against her waist. At once, a bustling figure in the dining room entered her line of sight. 

The presidential suite was exceedingly spacious. 

There was a living room, bathroom, dining room, and bedroom. The décor was opulent, the entire space taking on an Epean style of pure white. 

The only downside was the lack of doors except for the bathroom. 

Sitting on the bed, Gwendolyn watched the man for a while. 

In the dining room, Cedrick looked elegant with a white shirt and suit pants. His shoulders were broad and his waist narrow, his figure perfectly proportioned. 

The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up twice, baring a small expanse of his muscular and tantalizing arm. He was putting out the food on the dining table, a feast prepared by the hotel’s five-star chefs and 

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delivered over 

She admired her hunk of a legally-wed husband. Her stomach had long since started growling incessantly under the enticement of the aroma of food 

Moving quietly, she slipped on a pair of slippers and tip-toed to his back. 

While he was not paying attention, she placed her fair fingers on his perky butt and squeezed his elastic muscles. 

Cedrick indulged her, focusing on his task of moving all the food to the table. 

As Gwendolyn peered at the food on the table, she quipped. “Your butt is downright solid, Ceddy. Most importantly, it’s hardy. It was red and swollen from the bath brush last night, but I can’t feel any swollenness now.” 

Pivoting. Cedrick cradled the back of her head with a hand. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on her soft lips. 

Again, he rubbed against the tip of her nose. Then, he murmured inches away from her in a low and hoarse voice, “That’s because it exclusively belongs to you. How could it be of use to you anythme otherwise?” 

Gwendolyn’s cheeks turned scarlet, and she pushed him away coquettishly. “You’re corrupted now, growing increasingly glib.” 

Without budging, Cedrick hugged her around the waist tightly. “I’ve never changed. It was just that I’d been too busy these days and hadn’t spent time with you alone.” 

At that, Gwendolyn nodded. Indeed, that was true. 

Just a while ago, Charles was dragged into the matter between Jennifer and Treyton. On top of that, they still had to take care of the little ones daily. 

It had been cons since she had last been with Cedrick in such a manner, spending time alone.