Chapter 226
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Chapter 226 The Truth Cedrick sighed lightly.
He felt immensely guilty thinking about Williamâs words.
âHurry up and go.
Iâve made her suffer so much in the past six months.
I should give her something in return so I donât feel too indebted to her.
â Nico hesitated to speak.
You no longer owe Ms. Gwendolyn anything! Nevertheless, Nico knew Cedrick loved Gwendolyn too much and would do everything he could to please her.
Heâs expressing his love too humbly.
Nico genuinely felt sorry for him, yet he was powerless to help.
⦠When Gwendolyn woke up, the first thing she did was check her body for any visible hickeys.
The cotton quilt was neatly folded on the small couch.
It seemed Cedrick didnât take advantage of her last night.
He was even willing to sleep on the couch.
She realized he was quite a decent man, unlike the rumors she had heard about him.
Gwendolyn remembered everything that happened before she got drunk and passed out last night, but because of the effect of alcohol, her mind felt fuzzy.
The matter related to Cedrick was too peculiar.
She reckoned she needed to investigate further.
When Gwendolyn learned Valentino had invited her for breakfast, she intended to refuse initially, but recalling Cedrickâs matter, she thought it would be best for her to go.
At the dining table, Gwendolyn chatted with Valentino, âOld Mr. Jenson, I heard Mr. Jenson came back only half a year ago.
I met him in person last night.
Heâs quite handsome, but why are there rumors that he looks hideous?â Valentino replied without the slightest change in his expression, âSince he gained a foothold in Salinsburgh, too many socialites approached and offered themselves to him.
He didnât like that, so he deliberately spread the rumor.
â âI see.
â Gwendolyn smiled and probed further, âHas he always looked like this?â âOf course.
â He gave her a puzzled look, his wrinkled face expressing genuine confusion.
Gwendolynâs grin widened.
âI just thought that since Mr. Jenson is so good-looking, I wanted to see if there were any old photos of him.
â âIâm afraid there arenât any.
He hates being photographed.
â Does he hate being photographed? Thatâs somewhat similar to Maverick.
Subsequently, she fell silent and continued eating her breakfast.
On the way home, Gwendolyn was reminded of the words Triss told her at The Honey Bee.
Triss said, âCedrick is quite pitiful.
He returned from carrying out a mission in the army half a year ago, covered in blood and badly wounded.
I heard he was coughing up blood every day.
Grandpa was petrified to see him like that.
â Maverick passed away six months ago, and Cedrick returned home, scarred and battered, also half a year ago.
Is there a connection between the two events? To resolve her doubts, she made a call to Triss.
âI canât believe you took the initiative to contact me, Gwendolyn.
Iâm really flattered!â Wearing a solemn expression, Gwendolyn asked, âTriss, Iâm calling you today mainly to ask about Cedrick.
â âWow!â Triss exclaimed with a meaningful tone.
âI understand, Gwendolyn.
What do you want to know about Cedrick? Iâll tell you everything I know!â âWhen did Cedrick return to the Jenson residence half a year ago?â Triss, on the other end of the line, contemplated for a moment.
âItâs been quite some time.
I canât remember clearly.
â âIn that case, do you notice anything different about the current Cedrick?â âNot really.
Cedrick was sent to the army at a young age and rarely returned home, especially after he turned fifteen.
He didnât come back until half a year ago.
â What? He didnât go home since he turned fifteen? Thatâs weird.
Gwendolyn added, âPreviously, I heard you mentioned he was injured when he returned half a year ago.
Where was he injured? Were his face and back severely wounded?â âIâm not too sure about that.
I didnât see his wounds.
I only heard from the servants at Grandpaâs villa that he was gravely hurt.
Still, Iâm certain his injuries were severe because when he was fighting for power with Uncle Yael, he always showed up in a wheelchair and wearing a mask.
â After asking so many questions, it seemed to Gwendolyn she didnât acquire much useful information.
She made some small talk with Triss before hanging up the call.
William, who was driving in the front row, asked curiously, âMs. Gwendolyn, why are you suddenly concerned about Mr. Jenson? Did sparks fly between you two last night?â Busy trying to wrap her mind around that matter, Gwendolyn didnât bother responding to his teasing.
She merely said, âWilliam, I canât shake off this feeling that somethingâs weird.
I feel that Maverick isnât dead.
â William was unconvinced.
âMs. Gwendolyn, how is that possible? Putting aside the fact that Mr. Wright was already seriously injured before the incident, his chances of surviving were meager since he charged into the fray alone.
Besides, Justin watched his body being cremated.
â âWhat if the body is fake? What if they found someone with a similar physique as him to replace him?â
William considered her words carefully.
âThat is possible, but if Mr. Wright is still alive, why isnât he returning to find you? He was really eager to stay by your side every day in the past.
â That was also one thing that baffled Gwendolyn.
As she stared out of the car window and became lost in her thoughts, Cedrickâs demeanor last night surfaced in her mind.
Despite how well Cedrick concealed his emotions when he looked at her, she couldnât help but sense that he knew her.
Furthermore, his small habitual movements when he was nervous were exactly the same as Maverick.
Could such a coincidence really happen? But why doesnât he have any scars? A burn caused by the S40 strong corrosive potion would definitely leave scars, and itâs difficult to remove them altogether.
Gwendolyn reckoned she needed to ask Asher about that.
Before that, she went to Angleâs new building.
The decorations there were basically complete, and in a few days, they could pick a good day to move all the operations from the Fairlake branch.
Upon reaching the CEOâs office on the top floor, she sat in the executive chair while William stood guard outside the door.
Gwendolyn checked Asherâs flight schedule.
After finding out it was his rest day, she dialed his number.
âAsher, does our laboratory have any medication thatâs good for removing scars, capable of making the skin appear as if it has been marred?â Asher replied, âNo.
Even the best medication wonât allow the skin to recover to that extent.
Why are you asking this? Are you hurt?â She immediately shook her head.
âThatâs not it.
Iâm curious, so Iâm just asking.
â âIf you want the skin to recover entirely without any trace, Iâm afraid plastic surgery, specifically a skin graft, is the only option.
The country with the best technology worldwide is Hawen.
â Gwendolyn was quiet for a long while before she spoke solemnly.
âAsher, do you know about my engagement to Cedrick?â âYes.
Whatâs the matter?â âCedrick seems to be a member of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Information about his whereabouts is very well guarded, so I canât investigate from my side.
But if it were you, could you find out any records of him traveling abroad in the past six months?â Asher was confused.
âWhy do you suddenly want to check his travel records?â She smiled.
âIâm engaged to him, so I want to know more about him.
â Asher thought that was reasonable.
Although he had his doubts, he didnât press further.
âSure, but it wonât be easy to investigate Cedrickâs itinerary.
Iâll need some time.
â âHow long do you need?â âAt the earliest, tomorrow afternoon.
â ⦠Gwendolyn stayed awake the entire night.
She hadnât been getting quality rest over the past six months; however, during the recent two nights she spent alone with Cedrick, she slept surprisingly well that she almost didnât wake up for the entire night.
Perhaps by tomorrow, all my doubts will be cleared.