Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 227 I Can Take The Pain

The next day, Nico entered the CEO’s office at Jenson Group, his expression downtrodden.

Yesterday, he had visited all the racecourses in Salinsburgh and finally found a whip specifically designed for taming fierce and wild horses.

After placing it on Jenson’s desk, he said, “This whip is quite rough in texture. Please handle it with care, Boss.”

Cedrick lapsed into thoughtful silence before keeping it away.

Nico, expressing his concern, reminded Jenson once again. “Boss, if Ms. Gwendolyn intends to whip you tonight, please don’t put up a strong front. Instead, try to look aggrieved, scream in pain, and shed a few tears to invoke her sympathy.”

Cedrick nodded in response. His mind was occupied with thoughts on how to approach the conversation with Gwendolyn later that evening.

Cedrick’s apparent lack of concern over his warning caused Nico to feel anxious.

However, upon reflection, he realized if Cedrick was not afraid of being physically harmed, why should he worry about him?

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn went about her usual routine at Angle Corporation, focusing on the preparations before work.

She remained busy throughout the day and nothing unusual happened. Before leaving work, she received the information Asher had finished compiling and faxed it to her.

Gwendolyn printed all the documents and studied them closely. Her expression turned more and more icy as she went through all the information.

The information showed that Cedrick did make a trip to Hawen a few months ago.

With no existing business connections between the Jenson family and Hawen, Gwendolyn struggled to find a plausible reason for Cedrick’s visit, apart from the possibility of him undergoing plastic surgery. Does that mean Cedrick lied to me last night?

While she was contemplating, William knocked on her door and came in. “Ms. Gwendolyn, Nico just came by and said Mr. Jenson would like to invite you to have dinner at the villa after work. He will personally cook for you. Would you like to go?”

“Sure,” Gwendolyn answered with a flinch.

her to investigate, she thought it would be better

up her desk, she stuffed the documents into her bag and grabbed her coat from the rack. She then glanced at

but quickly caught up with

in the Jenson residence. She had to get

reached the front of Cedrick’s villa, Nico and a few other bodyguards were already waiting for her

respectfully bowed slightly. “Ms. Gwendolyn,

really. I saw you before I left Cedrick’s villa

Err…

topic. “Please come in, Ms. Gwendolyn. Mr. Jenson

just looked away and walked into

she took a few steps forward, Nico whispered behind her, “Mr. Jenson has to attend an urgent mission

do you mean?” Gwendolyn cast him a baffling

seemed frustrated, suppressing the urge to say more. He sighed silently and said,

to provide further explanation, she decided not to press

was about to knock on the

the situation inside, someone emerged from behind,

found herself wrapped in a familiar and comforting embrace, and the

was anxious. “What

wore a thin silk shirt, his lips pressed tightly together, but he did not utter a word

backward, his knees slowly sinking, and his back straightened

chord within her, and in an instant, realization washed over her. Her eyes welled up with

came out as a statement and

That’s me.” Cedrick did not press

in her glistening eyes, his heart constricted

up to rein in the tears that

an emotionally manipulative will just to witness my misery? Just look at how easily I could be fooled. How foolish I am

“No, Gwenny. I…”

interjected, “Shut up! You don’t deserve to call me Gwenny. I thought you

sorry. It was my mistake last night. I should have been honest

tonight? Is it because you realized I saw through