Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right

Chapter 259

Chapter 259 You Are Jealous

Half an hour? You refused to talk to me, and I kneeled for one hour!

Cedrick did not spell his thoughts but shook his head instead.

“You treated my hand but not my knees, so I thought I was not allowed to put anything on them.”

Afraid Gwendolyn might mistake him for trying to gain her sympathy, he quickly clarified, “I mean, I also worked out till too late last night and forgot about it.”

Little did he know, his meditation was overlooked by Gwendolyn, who was still bothered by Evelyn’s remarks in the day.

“Show me your hand. Is it still painful?”

Cedrick held out his left palm, which appeared red and swollen despite the medication.

“Did it get worse overnight?” the woman asked. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“I guess so. I suppose the pressure from the push–ups hindered the blood flow, causing it to swell. Don’t worry. It’s not that bad now.”

Gwendolyn knew it must have been painful when it happened.

In hindsight, she wondered how she could bring herself to do that to him back then. In fact, she felt so bad and defeated that tears started welling up in her eyes.

“I’m sorry. She’s right. I’ve been mean to you. I said I would treat you nicely, but I’ve only caused you pain,” she muttered.

Although Cedrick had no idea who Gwendolyn was talking about, he could sense that she was on the verge of breaking down.

With his right hand, he lifted her chin, only to see her beautiful eyes sparkling with tears.

Making her cry was the last thing he wanted to do–his initial intention was just to escape punishment.

“Come on. There’s no way I got hurt from what you did. I’m so much bigger than you. What’s wrong with spicing things up between us? It’s romantic,” he consoled as he caressed her face, feeling sorry that he had broken her heart.

Gwendolyn turned away and replied, “I know you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

At the sight of that, Cedrick pulled her back so she could look right into his sincere eyes.

“I’m not saying this just to make you feel better. I know you’re angry about what happened just now because you’re jealous. I’m actually happy to know you care so much about me. I’ll gladly take whatev punishment from you, even if you intend to cripple my hands. You’ve always made me feel like I’ve ne been this loved in my entire life. I’ll do anything so you can forgive me. You might not know this, but I am the happiest man holding you every night, hearing you call my name, and sleeping with you. I love you. I really do. I just don’t know if…”

…if you love me as much.

Cedrick did not finish his sentence, for he feared finding out the answer. What Evelyn said kept replaying in his mind as he reflected on all that happened that period–although Gwendolyn had agreed to be with him, she had never told him she loved him.

The thought of it disconcerted him.

He was afraid that her answer would blot out the last ray of hope he was clinging to that whole time.

“If what?” Gwendolyn’s voice called him back, and he looked down.

“Nothing. I just wanted to say that I still love you, no matter what you do to me.”

Touched, Gwendolyn retrieved the medication she left in the drawer yesterday night, hoping it would help with the swelling.

“You’re so dumb–like really dumb,” she muttered, applying the medication.

Opposite her, Cedrick just smiled as he watched her tend to his injury with great care, even blowing tenderly on his hand to help ease the pain.

“Gwenny, are you still angry about what happened at the charity gala?”

“That is not happening again,” she remarked, pinching his cheek slightly.

Feeling relieved and overjoyed, Cedrick smiled and carried her up from the bed.

“W–What are you doing?”

“Since you’re not punishing me tonight, we can proceed to our bedtime massage session!”

“Hold on!” Gwendolyn stopped him. “Where are you bringing me? We’re already in the room.”

“I like the master bedroom better. It’s more spacious!” A mischievous smile broke out on his face as excitement glimmered in his gaze.

“Wait!”

“Come on. What is it again?” Cedrick asked, stopping when he had just gone out of the room.

Gwendolyn looked up at him from his embrace and asked, “You shouldn’t use your left hand so much to allow it to recover. You can’t do anything with just one hand, so… why don’t we do a raincheck?”

I can’t do anything with just one hand?

Cedrick’s face fell as his brows stitched. “I can do at least three hundred push–ups singlehandedly without even panting. Do you want me to show you that?”

“What? Mmm!”

Cedrick had shut her up with a kiss before she could continue,

On that note, the night went on deep as the lovebirds kissed under the moon’s glow.

At midnight, Treyton was already disembarking a plane in Salinsburgh.

When he had arrived, he drove back to the Harris residence on his own since it was already late.

Because he seldom returned home, he thought there was no need to keep a house full of servants, but Leif would still get someone to clean the outside compound of the house occasionally, so the residence still looked spotless.

Once Treyton had arrived, he went upstairs to his room and showered.

Probably because he was too spent, he did not realize something unusual in his room but went on to turn off the lights and lay down, getting ready to sleep.

It was not until he sensed some movement beside him and felt a hand land on his chest that he realized someone was in his bed.

What the h*l!

Alarmed, he shot up and choke the person on the neck.

“Who are you?”

Cough!

Jennifer was struck awake from her slumber.

Treyton’s grip was so tight her face was pumped red, and she could not even choke out a word.

Under the moonlight, Treyton finally loosened his grip when he learned the intruder was a woman.

“I’m J–Jennifer… Weller…”

Jennifer? Isn’t she one of Angle’s celebrities? She’s Gwendolyn’s friend at the orphanage!

Still, with his guard up, Treyton turned on the lights and finally let her free when he saw her face.

“What are you doing on my bed, Ms. Weller?” he asked the woman who was tearing up and coughing as she held her neck.

When she had recovered, she got out of the bed and bowed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were coming back tonight, Mr. Harris. Gwendolyn asked me to put up a night here because the paparazzi were waiting at my place. I’m sorry to disturb you.”

“Well, you should stay if Gwendolyn asked you to,” he replied, feeling sorry as he looked at the marks on her neck.

“Thank you, Mr. Harris. I promise I won’t cause you trouble,” the woman replied, bowing again.

Treyton grunted lightly and resumed his easygoing self. “You can pick any room aside from this one. Thi is the master bedroom.”

Jennifer bit her lip awkwardly and bowed once more, apologizing “I’m so sorry for my mistake! I got ahead of myself because I’d never been to a house this big. I should’ve known better.”

With her shoulder all tensed up, she hurried out in frantic steps.

However, much to Treyton’s confusion, she suddenly turned back when she was at the door.