Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 230 Avenge Him

Gwendolyn’s tears turned into a stream. She could not stop them.

Clutching his hand, she screamed, “Don’t you dare die, Cedrick! I’m going to marry someone else if you die and make you regret it as long as you live!”

Cedrick’s bloody lips parted in a painful smile.

“T-That won’t do. You’re mine.”

Despite her tears, she managed a chuckle before turning to the two paramedics in the corner. “I’m here. Send him in, quickly.”

Cedrick would not let go of her hand. “Let me explain, Gwenny, please?”

“Be good and go through with the surgery. I’ll be out here. You can tell me everything when it’s over.”

Cedrick’s visage was paler than ever. It looked as though every drop of blood had been drained from him. It was plain he could not hold on much longer.

However, he stubbornly maintained his grip on her wrist—he wanted to get a good look at her. There was only a ten percent chance of survival if he went in, and he feared he might never regain consciousness.

Gwendolyn’s heart wrenched painfully. She forced herself to pry his fingers apart and watched him being wheeled into the emergency room.

The light came on, indicating that the surgery was underway. Gwendolyn sat outside and gazed blankly into space. The tears streaking her face had not yet dried.

It was her first time shedding tears in front of that many people, but she did not care. All she knew was that she did not want Cedrick to die.

She waited for three hours until nine that night, yet Cedrick still had not emerged.

Nico sent the squadron home. With a similarly grave expression, he sat on the bench across from Gwendolyn.

Then, as if he had considered something at length, he began, “You thought that Mr. Jenson had lied to you about the incident involving the abandoned warehouse six months ago. He was not. He did enter knowing full well he might die. If not for the rest of the boys making it there in time to rescue what’s left of him, he would have died in the fire.”

slowly to

return to you despite having survived, the Jenson family had been going through internal strife, and he needed to return and deal with it. The whip scars on his back are a consequence of his defiance of the Jenson family laws. Though he was fortunate to have survived at the warehouse, vast areas of the skin on his face had been burned, and

skipped the part about the

his family, the reason why Cedrick did not return to Fairlake was that the professor still had not discovered a complete cure for the virus within him, and it necessitated a trip to the laboratory every other day. It was only with the help of the suppressant that he lived until

not a word of any of it was to be mentioned

you back, Ms. Gwendolyn? He’s true to you! He’s a fool when it comes to love for he only knows how to give everything he has but would never tell you any of his pain. He was ashamed to reunite with you after regaining his identity

her head. Her heart was filled with

blood every time shut her eyes. Worse still, something like that

worse shape during the incident at the abandoned warehouse six

he had kept all that from

pain as though it was stabbed. The intensity of it

“I am sorry.”

she could not offer anything else to make up for

what he needs. Just a little bit of love on your part will send

me procure a whip not because he wanted to put on a charade for you but because he was trying his best to make up for the pain you have endured for six months. That you

for you to come back so he could explain things, but you went to Old Mr. Jenson and asked to call off the engagement instead. Worse still, Old Mr.

frowned. “I did see Old Mr. Jenson and proposed for the engagement to be called off, but he did not agree. I was planning

something did not add up, he quickly sent somebody to

the

was somebody sent by Mr.

hardened. “Xander? How well does

very well. The internal strife the Jenson family went through was caused by Mr. Yael, Mr. Xander’s father. Mr. Cedrick had only been back for three days and the power nearly fell to Mr.

her lips. Looking

“Do you know

aback. “Ms.

cold, dangerous glint in

to settle the score

…

a muffled cascade was sounding in the elegantly decorated

clad in a bathrobe, Xander was drying his hair as he

began flickering. The curtains, too, rustled from being whipped by the wind. A sense of foreboding filled