Chapter 215
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Chapter 215 Congratulations As much as Elven felt sympathy for her, he still had to drag her back to reality.
âPlease return to your senses, Ms. Harris.
Mr. Wright is gone.
His ashes are buried in Fairlakeâs cemetery.
You visited him countless times over the past six months.
Donât you remember?â Gwendolyn froze while self-doubt settled on her countenance.
âPlease stop torturing yourself, Ms. Harris.
Mr. Wrightâs never coming back, so just let it go.
Your eyes were just playing tricks on you!â While speaking, he resisted the urge to sob.
Heâs right.
Why would someone whoâs been dead for half a year show up here? I mustâve gone mad⦠Tears welled in Gwendolynâs eyes as she clutched her heart.
This hurts so much⦠I feel like Iâm suffocating.
Affected by her sorrow, Elven teared up too.
âYouâre drunk, Ms. Harris.
Letâs go.
William and the others have booked hotel rooms for us.
Letâs return early to rest.
â Gwendolyn slumped weakly like a deflated balloon after getting her hopes up for nothing.
After what happened, she was no longer in the mood to stay at the gathering.
Thus, she took up Elvenâs suggestion and returned to the hotel.
Just as they headed downstairs, Nico stepped out of another elevator and casually ambled into the VIP room furthest down the corridor.
Upon arriving at her hotel room, Gwendolyn entered the bathroom and turned the water flow setting to max.
The water was scalding, but she felt cold because her heart had gone numb.
She hoped the shower would help her pull herself together as her tears joined the hot water.
In her mind, she kept telling herself that Maverick had died for her and would never return.
Standing outside Gwendolynâs room, William and Ezra were still wondering about the expression she had when she returned.
âWasnât Ms. Harrisâ mood still stable when she attended the gathering? Why did she look like that when she came back? What happened?â Elven sighed.
âShe got drunk and saw someone with a similar figure to Mr. Wright, which reminded her of her loss.
â The others sighed in unison upon hearing that.
The next day, when Gwendolyn woke up, she had regained her senses.
After setting her terrible mood from yesterday aside, she returned to the Harris residence.
The ancestor of the Harris family had bought the entire Mount Tranquil, located on Salinsburghâs outskirts.
Thus, the humongous Harris residence was surrounded by nature and had an incredible view of the area all year round.
Gwendolynâs uncles, Gideon and Hector, lived in buildings located halfway up the mountain.
Even so, she ignored them and drove straight to Marcusâ residence at the top.
Leif, the Harris familyâs butler, was already waiting for her at the villa entrance.
Upon witnessing her arrival, he swiftly approached her vehicle and opened the door for her.
âYouâre finally back, Ms. Gwendolyn.
Mr. Marcus missed you.
Heâs waiting for you in his study.
â âOkay.
Thanks for your hard work, Leif,â replied Gwendolyn.
Her words flattered him.
âItâs nothing, Ms. Gwendolyn.
â Then he turned and noticed the bodyguards werenât carrying anything.
âWhy didnât you bring any luggage with you, Ms. Gwendolyn?â She responded, âIâm only here to visit my father.
Iâm not staying.
â Too many awful people are living here.
I doubt Iâll be able to sleep at night.
Just as she arrived at the door, she heard someone descending the stairs in high heels.
It was Lorelai, wearing a limited-edition, skin-tight, yellow dress and delicate makeup.
Every step she took was graceful.
She seemed more like Gwendolynâs sister than her stepmother, as she was thirty years old and took great care of her skin.
Gwendolyn peered at Lorelai coldly when the latter made eye contact with her.
Seconds later, she looked away and headed upstairs.
Displeased, Lorelai furrowed her eyebrows and blocked Gwendolynâs path.
âYouâre not even going to greet me? It seems like youâve forgotten your manners in the years you werenât around, Ms. Harris.
I shouldâve expected nothing less from someone who spent years in an orphanage.
â Instead of being provoked, Gwendolyn grinned.
âYou really think youâre the lady of the house after staying here for a long time, huh? Do you really think youâre worthy of my respect?â Glaring at Gwendolyn viciously, Lorelai gritted her teeth.
âWhy not? Iâm technically your mother!â Gwendolyn tutted arrogantly.
âDonât you feel disgusted calling yourself my mother, even though youâre only three years older than me?â Then, she whispered next to Lorelaiâs ear.
âYou should cherish your current wealthy life.
After all, Iâll be inheriting all the Harris familyâs assets while youâll be getting kicked out.
â âYou!â exclaimed Lorelai furiously.
Even though it has been years, sheâs still as arrogant as before! I want to tear her mouth apart!
Suddenly, a thought entered her mind, calming her down.
She smiled smugly.
âI should congratulate you.
You see, Old Mr. Jenson paid us a visit last night, and your father has agreed to his marriage proposal.
Youâre getting married again.
â âWhat?â Gwendolynâs expression shifted.
âMy father engaged me to someone? How can he do this without asking me about it?â Lorelai lifted her chin haughtily.
âYou should ask him that yourself.
â With a scowl, Gwendolyn bolted to the study instead of arguing with Lorelai.
Lorelai was delighted to see that.
I heard the eldest grandson of the Jenson family is a cruel man with a temper.
Old Mr. Jenson tried forcing women to his bed, but they all left the room unconscious, carried out by others.
Some of them even have injuries on their bodies.
I bet he has a habit of torturing women.
Additionally, his face is said to have been ruined on the battlefield, turning him hideous.
Covering her mouth, she snickered.
Itâll be satisfying to see that little b*tch marry a man like that! In a jubilant mood, she strolled into the kitchen to see if her food was ready.
Gwendolynâs rage built up during her short journey to the study.
Before she could utter any questions, she saw the white-bearded, weathered-face Marcus in a wheelchair.
When he saw her, tears of joy welled in his eyes.
âCome over here, Honey.
Let me take a look at you.
Did you get thinner?â A complex range of emotions surged within Gwendolyn as she moved to squat next to his wheelchair.
âWhatâs wrong with your legs, Dad? I remember you doing fine before I left.
â Marcus smiled.
âIâm an old man now, Gwendolyn.
Itâs normal for me to have issues with my body.
I missed you every day.
Now that youâre back, can you stay in the Harris residence and keep me company?â Gwendolynâs heart wrenched at his words while she massaged his legs.
âOkay, Iâll stay here, but not often.
You know Lorelai and I donât get along with each other.
â âSheâs your stepmother.
â âShe is not! If you bring it up again, Iâll get angry!â âOkay, okay, I wonât do it again.
â Gazing at her lovingly, he touched her face with his wrinkled hand.
He proceeded to ask her about how she had been doing.
Both of them conversed harmoniously.
Suddenly, Gwendolyn recalled the matter Lorelai mentioned.
âEarlier, that woman told me you engaged me to someone.
Is that true?â Well, since she already knows about it⦠Marcus answered, âYes, itâs true.
Last night, Old Mr. Jenson came asking about it, and I agreed to it.
His eldest grandson, Cedrick Jenson, is a pretty good man.
I like him.
Heâ¦â Not a single praise Marcus had for Cedrick entered her ears.
In fact, she fell into a deep thought.
Cedrick! Why is it him again? Did I piss someone off? Why does his name keep showing up around me? I hate it!