Chapter 543 Give Up On Everything
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Cedrick did not respond for a while. It took him some time before he could register what Gwendolyn had aid.
In a flash, his eyelashes quivered uncontrollably, and his eyes reddened. âDo you have any idea what youâre saying?â
Gwendolyn nodded her head firmly. âIâm perfectly sober. I know what Iâm saying. Divorce is good for us both. Youâll no longer get hurt, and I wonât have to live in guilt anymore.â
Tears welled up in Cedrickâs eyes as he plunged into extreme despair. âI tried all means to hide your condition from you because Iâm worried youâll make such a decision. I didnât expect that youâll really do this after finding out about it.â
His scarred back was trembling, and his gaze was laced with agony.
âGwenny, this is the second time you suggested a divorce. I almost gave up my life in exchange for your change of mind the other time. How many lives do you want me to give up this time?â
Gwendolynâs breath hitched. Following a deep sigh, she reached her hand out to his back, ready to continue applying the medicine for him.
Cedrick gloomily shifted away to avoid her touch.
At the sight of how heartbroken the man was, Gwendolyn softly explained, âCeddy, thatâs not what I meant. I donât even know who I am when my illness acts up. I might even harm you!
She took a deep breath and tried to rephrase herself. âWith a divorce, weâll leave the kids in your custody. Iâll give up on everything and lock myself up to focus on treatment. If my condition deteriorates, youâll help the kids find another kind and gentle mother to care for them. Donât be bothered about me. But if I can fully recover from the illness, weâll get back together. Do you think this works?â
âNo.â
Cedrick rejected the idea decisively. âI wonât agree to a divorce. Who knows if youâll fall in love with another man when youâre single again? Iâm five years older than you. If you decide not to like me when I turn old and ugly, wouldnât I have no more hopes of remarrying!â
Gwendolyn was rendered speechless.
There was resolution in the manâs dark orbs as he added, âFrom now on, there is no possibility of divorce.â
Gwendolyn heaved another sigh. âCeddy_â
âCall me âHubby,â Cedrick looked away, seething inwardly.
Gwendolyn was exasperated. âI really donât want to hurt you. Like how you chose to forsake me and break your engagement with me so that I wonât be wallowing in sorrow back then when your life was in danger after getting infected with the 5404 RNA virus, Iâm feeling the exact same way right now. Can you understand!â
Cedrick propped himself up and sat before her. âBut didnât you refuse to let go of me too! I feel the same way as you did back then. Donât you understand?âhe solemnly asked in return.
Gwendolyn was at a loss for words.
Cedrick grasped her hand tightly. âItâs only right for husband and wife to share lifeâs sorrows. Besides, you arenât severely ill. As Joshua said, your treatment is progressing pretty well. Iâll only take at most half a year to recover. The kids and I will always be here for youâ
The two looked at each other with reddened eyes.
After pondering for a while, Gwendolyn said, âWhen my sickness acts up the next time, lock me up and let me stay alone. That way, I wonât hurt anyone Itâs probably the best solution.â
Cedrick consoled, âThe next time your sickness acts up, Iâll give you a sedative shot before bringing you to Joshuaâs place for an IV drip. Will that work?â, Gwendolyn gave it some thought and added, âYou must promise not to get hurt again. Even if I try to hit you, you have to fight back. If I find new bruises when I check your body the next time I regain consciousness, I wonât let you off.â
Suddenly, Cedrick inched closer to her face and leaned his nose against hers. âGwenny, what are you going to do to me? Iâm already injured. Donât tell me you bear to hit me again,â he asked, unfazed.
Gwendolyn felt a lump in her throat Of course not. How will I bear to hit him!
Indeed. If possible, she probably would not mind letting Cedrick get intimate with her for three consecutive days, not even if she might pass out from it. As long as she could make up for the torment she put him through the past few days, she would not mind landing herself in the intensive unit due to excessive vigorous actions on the bed.
Realizing the man probably saw through her mind, she forced a strong presence and uttered, âAnyway, I donât want to see any more injuries on your body. I wonât let you off if you refuse to listen to me.â
*All right. Iâll listen to you, Darling,â the man casually answered. Anything is good as long as itâs not divorce.
*Lie back down. Iâll apply medicine for you.
Cedrick lay down obediently. Gwendolyn dipped her finger into the medicine and gently rubbed it on the wounds on the manâs back and thighs.
Her fingers ran around his red and swollen skin.
While applying medicine to the wounds, she tried hard to think of a solution.
Fcanât control when Iâll act up. Then again, Iâm very clear about Cedrickâs character. Iâm sure heâll become a kirman punching bag again when I act up the next time. But that canât happen again. I canât allow myself to hurt him like this ever again.
Numerous thoughts flooded her mind, but she kept a straight face as she applied the medicine to Cedrickâs wounds.
Gwendolyn was undoubtedly in low spirits as she ultimately did not manage to keep the matter under wraps. Somehow, it felt like something was coming between them, and they were no longer as comfortable as before.
Just as Gwendolyn absent-mindedly changed into her work outfit. Cedrick approached her and grabbed her hand, ready to send her to work like he always did.
âThereâs no need.â Gwendolyn retracted her hand. âTm in a good condition right now. Iâll get off work thirty minutes earlier, so donât worry.â
A sorrowful look washed over Cedrickâs face as he pursed his lips and remained quiet. It was clear that he was upset about being rejected.
Sensing it, Gwendolyn caressed the manâs exquisite face and stood on tiptoes to kiss the man.
âHubby, donât overthink it. I merely feel bad for you. You still have wounds on your bottom; Iâm sure itâll hurt if you sit in the car. Stay home and get some rest today. All right?â
Cedrick agreed to it.
Indeed, he needed more sleep to re-energize himself as he had not had adequate rest for the past days.
He walked Gwendolyn to the Jenson residenceâs garage and watched her leave in the car before he slowly made his way back to Harrick Villa.
However, Gwendolyn did not actually go too far.
She parked the car at the comer of the road about five hundred meters away, opened her phoneâs address book, and dialed Nicoâs number.
After a few rings, the call got through Nico sounded both shocked and delighted.
Gwendolyn, why did you suddenly call me? This makes me so touched.â
Gwendolyn was in a sullen mood and had no intention of entertaining him. âDonât let Cedrick know that I called you today.â
âHuh?â
Nico was stumped. âYou want to hide it from Cedrick? Why?
âThereâs no need for you to find out. If you divulge it to Cedrick before I settle the matter, donât blame me for making you get into his bad books and deduct your salary and bonus.â
âPlease donât. Gwendolyn. Very well. Since Cedrick listens to you, Iâll obey your instructions too. Feel free to tell me anything.â
Gwendolyn calmly said, âCan you secretly get me a set of heavy cuffs the Federal Bureau of Investigation On the other end of the line, Nico froze briefly. âTheyâre usually for suspects who committed grave crimes. What do you need it for, Gwendolyn!â
Gwendolyn avoided that question and countered. âI just want to know if you can get it for me?â
âOf course. Thatâs not difficult at all. When do you need it?â
âBefore I get off work today.â
The night was cold that evening.
A gush of icy breeze brushed against Gwendolynâs face, chilling her to the bones. That was exactly how she was feeling at that moment.
Nighttime used to be a pleasant time for Cedrick and her.
But now, the loathed dark nights to the core. She feared that her illness would act up in the next moment.
About thirty minutes before work ended, she drove back to Harrick Villa.
Silence filled the entire villa. She discreetly headed upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door, only to find Cedrick still asleep.
Tiptoeing her way over, Gwendolyn sat by the bedside and gazed at the manâs dashing sleeping face.
Cedrick has been having a hard time recently. Itâs so rare that he can sleep through the whole afternoon. Will, itâs perfect that he hasnât woken up. I should start preparing for tonight.