Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 260 Weak

Jennifer bowed twice and returned to the bed hastily. “I apologize, Mr. Harris. I have slept in this bed and used the bedsheet and blanket. I assume you’re not pleased with that…”

Treyton seemed to have understood what she was getting at. He sat up and hopped off the bed.

“I’m really sorry for the intrusion,” Jennifer apologized repeatedly.

Quickly, she removed the bedsheet and blanket before retreating from the room with a humble bow.

Treyton glanced at the bare bed and flashed a helpless smile. After getting the spare bedsheet and blanket from the cabinet, he ended up spreading the bed himself.

I can’t believe Jennifer apologized fifteen times and bowed twelve times in just a few minutes. She is strangely foolish and adorable, huh? How interesting.

At dawn, the gentle rays of the sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow upon the bed in the bedroom.

When Cedrick awoke, he found Gwendolyn already awake. She was sitting in bed, looking serious, engrossed in scrolling on her phone.

The sight confused him. “Why are you on your phone early in the morning? Have you been addicted to it recently?”

“No. I’m buying something for you.”

Gwenny’s buying a gift for me again? It should be something normal this time, right?

“What is it? Let me take a look.”

Gwendolyn explained carelessly, “Oh, a box of stag penis pills, some tonic, and…”

Stag penis? Tonics?

Cedrick found it strange that she would buy those for him. He asked darkly, “Why would you buy those things? Have I not satisfied you?”

“Of course not!” Gwendolyn shook her head profusely. “You were amazing, Ceddy. However, last night you claimed to be capable of doing three hundred push–ups with one hand, but you stopped after doing one hundred push–ups.”

Is he weak because we have been having sex too much recently? I can’t let that happen. I must buy more tonics to mak it up to him!

Cedrick stared at her in shock.

she saying I’m weak because I only did one hundred

the fact that his beloved woman would think he was weak after spending the night with him as he had always been

had suffered a huge

akin to massive waves disrupting the tranquility of a once-serene lake. The

I’ll show you

“Ceddy! Ced…”

struggled but to

was too late

from his slumber by the enticing aroma wafting through

smells like fried egg. Is Jennifer

into a

warm

two bowls of oatmeal. She looked

chair out for him. “I’m not sure if my cooking is

a stranger to him, and he held reservations about unfamiliar people. However, the sight of Jennifer’s genuine smile inexplicably drew him toward her, compelling him to approach and take a

oatmeal was yummy, and the fried egg was just nice. He found her cooking surprisingly

staying here for some time, I can arrange for two

surprise. “No need, Mr. Harris. I understand that my presence may be burdensome. I’m good at doing housework and cooking. Please allow me to contribute in some way to ease my

her sincerity and determination, Treyton chose not to say anything further. It was clear that she was a self–reliant

couch to read the

head out when he asked, “Are you going to Barner for a magazine cover shoot

came to a stop, holding

your schedule a

hill myself. My manager will

got to his feet. He looked gentle, while his voice possessed a charming

off at the base of the mountain is conveniently on my way. You can take

thank you,

the mountain. If Jennifer were to walk,

gave Treyton another bow. “Thank you for the ride, Mr. Harris. Will you come back for dinner tonight? I can prepare dinner for you in advance. I’ll feel bad if I cannot repay your

watched as she started bowing once more and revealed à cautious and vigilant attitude. The aura of detachment that surrounded her seemed akin to a protective

his brows. I told her I would drop her off as it was conveniently along my route, so there was no need

struggled to find the right words to express his thoughts. After running a background search on her this morning, he discovered that Walter had been unfaithful to her. He felt a pang of sympathy for her, knowing

you want. I might be at work until past seven in the

She gave him yet another