The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

The tension in the air grew palpable as Cedrick’s displeasure grew more apparent.

Channing opted to remain silent, feeling a sense of intimidation in the presence of Cedrick’s simmering temper.

Gwendolyn, however, smiled and reached out to Cedrick, gently holding his arm and caressing his face in an

attempt to soothe him. Her voice softened as she said, “Hubby, you know I’m skilled in jiu-jitsu. I can take care of

myself. Not many can match me.”

Despite her reassurances, Cedrick remained steadfast in his decision. “No, I cannot accept this proposal. It’s far too

dangerous.”

He believed it was too risky for Gwendolyn to face armed individuals alone, especially considering the ruthless

nature of the underworld. Cedrick would never allow her to put herself in harm’s way.

Gwendolyn sighed. “I understand your worries, but we need to resolve this case as soon as possible, especially with

Benny involved. I want to support you and share the burden.”

Cedrick shook his head resolutely, unwavering in his decision.

If, as the head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, he still had to put his wife in harm’s way to solve the case, he

might as well retire early and pass on his position to someone else.

Gwendolyn reached out and intertwined their fingers, offering reassurance. “Trust me on this one. I’m not as weak

as the other girls.”

Her mischievous smile tugged at Cedrick’s heart. “Why not hold Mr. Kron accountable for my safety since he’s the

one who kidnapped me? Make him hand over his wife, and if any harm befalls me, you can retaliate by hurting his

wife. I’m confident that Mr. Kron will go to great lengths to protect me if we proceed with this plan.”

Channing paled with fright at her suggestion. Isn’t that too ruthless? No wonder they say women are terrifying. Mrs.

Jenson is just as ruthless as my wife.

Channing didn’t dare say a word as Gwendolyn turned to him with a smile, asking, “What do you think of the

proposal, Mr. Kron?”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Jenson. I will do everything in my power to protect you from harm. They won’t be able to lay a

finger on you.”

Gwendolyn turned to Cedrick once again after receiving Channing’s reassurance. “Look, Mr. Kron has given his

word that I won’t come to harm. Please, just let me contribute to Benny’s case,” she pleaded.

Cedrick lowered his gaze and remained silent, but this time his rejection was not immediate, indicating a wavering

resolve.

Sensing an opportunity, Gwendolyn seized his arm and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Don’t dwell on it any

longer. Benny is still undergoing treatment, and we can’t afford to further delay the case. Just let me help,” she

urged.

Reluctantly, Cedrick found himself agreeing to Gwendolyn’s participation. However, he had one condition—she had

to swear to take good care of herself throughout the mission.

He made it clear that she was allowed to expose her identity and even fail the mission if necessary, as long as she

didn’t put herself in harm’s way.

With the agreement settled, Channing arranged a spacious bedroom for Gwendolyn to settle in.

Unable to shake off his concerns, Cedrick decided to assign five of the ten men he had brought with him to

Channing. They would change into Channing’s bodyguard outfits and act as additional security to ensure

Gwendolyn’s safety within the villa.

As Cedrick prepared to leave, Gwendolyn stood at the gates, waving and bidding him goodbye.

Cedrick, however, was upset, his expression gloomy. I’m about to leave, and we might not see each other for days,

yet she appears so cheerful! This is unacceptable!

“Mr. Jenson!” Channing called out, but Cedrick paid no heed as he swiftly approached Gwendolyn. Without

hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style, and walked purposefully into the villa.

Channing watched in bewilderment, taken aback by Cedrick’s sudden display of dominance and possessiveness.

Cedrick turned around and instructed, “There are some things I need Mrs. Jenson to take note of. Please wait

outside for half an hour.”

With that, he carried Gwendolyn into the room that Channing had prepared for her.

Once inside, he gently placed her on the bed before swiftly locking the doors and windows.

Gwendolyn sat by the edge of the bed, her eyes wide with astonishment as she silently observed Cedrick’s actions.

Why does it seem like he wants to…

Before she could confirm her suspicions, Cedrick approached and sat beside her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Gwendolyn protested, “Let go. I can’t breathe…”

Cedrick released his grip, only to forcefully pin her down on his lap.

Without giving Gwendolyn a chance to react, he swiftly flipped her over and firmly held her waist, positioning her

perky buttocks under his palms.

Gwendolyn’s breath hitched as she realized Cedrick’s intention. “Are you trying to spank me, Cedrick?”

Cedrick rested his palm on her soft buttocks as if teasingly threatening to give her a tight slap.

However, it was merely a gesture, as he would never actually harm his beloved wife.

“You should have informed me about your plans beforehand, so I wouldn’t have been so worried about your safety.

Do you realize how anxious I was when I discovered you were gone? I rushed here immediately with the dog as

soon as I sensed something was amiss.” Cedrick expressed his grievance, having spent a significant amount of time

panicking and fretting over Gwendolyn’s well-being. “Don’t you think you’re at fault here, Gwenny?”

Gwendolyn explained, “I take full responsibility for my actions, and I apologize. The situation escalated

unexpectedly, and I didn’t have a chance to inform you. I had to play along to see if we could catch the mastermind

behind the milk powder case.”

Cedrick immediately relented upon hearing Gwendolyn’s apology. To make up for the panic and worry he had

experienced in the past hour, he lightly slapped her buttocks twice.

“We can take our time to solve the case. The truth will eventually be revealed. But I can’t bear to have my wife

away from my side for too long. It makes me anxious.”

Gwendolyn responded lazily, “Understood. Don’t worry.”

Cedrick gently helped her sit up and settled her on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her close,

and buried his face in the crook of her neck, savoring her intoxicating scent.

Gwendolyn felt a shiver run down her spine as Cedrick’s warm breath caressed her skin. “Who’s taking care of

Benny while you’re here?” she asked.

“Charles is looking after him. And with the protection of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, he should be in good

hands. Charles is also skilled in martial arts, so Benny will be safe.”

Gwendolyn let out a sigh of relief, her worries momentarily eased.

Cedrick’s actions became more assertive as he firmly pressed Gwendolyn onto the bed. His voice was filled with

desire as he whispered hoarsely, “We still have twenty minutes. Let’s not waste any more time. I want you to make

up for the stress and worry you put me through before I leave.”

With a surge of intense passion, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Gwendolyn’s. Though she resisted at first,

she eventually succumbed to his advances.

Meanwhile, Channing’s bodyguards and the officers who came with Cedrick exchanged uneasy looks as they stood

outside the gates. The air was thick with awkwardness, as their past interactions had been marked by a cat-and-

mouse dynamic.

The officers of the Federal Bureau of Investigation maintained a friendly demeanor toward Channing’s bodyguards,

recognizing that they were all here to collaborate on a case. Whenever Channing’s men glanced in their direction,

they would exchange smiles, fostering a sense of camaraderie.

Jasper from Team Nine grew increasingly concerned as he constantly checked his watch, mumbling to himself, “Mr.

Jenson is always punctual. Why hasn’t he come out yet? I hope nothing has happened to them.”

He contemplated going in to check on Cedrick, but Channing intervened and stopped him in his tracks.

“Are you really that clueless? Mrs. Jenson will be staying here as a supposed victim of my kidnapping for the next

few days. They’re newlyweds, and being apart for even a few days is unbearable for them. It’s only natural that

they would want to spend some intimate time together now,” Channing explained, suppressing his laughter as he

spoke from experience.

Jasper and his men nodded in understanding. “Got it,” they replied, finally catching on.