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.

saying I’m weak because I only did one

weak after spending the night with him as he

manly ego had suffered

seemed to brew within him, akin to massive waves disrupting the tranquility of a once-serene lake. The

I’ll show you how

“Ceddy! Ced…”

struggled but

late to regret her

by the

smells like fried egg. Is Jennifer cooking in the

got up and changed into a suit before making his way downstairs

a figure could be seen flitting in and out. A spread of warm milk, toast, fried eggs,

two bowls of oatmeal. She looked up and locked

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

Jennifer was still 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

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

don’t have to do this. If you plan on staying here for some time,

Harris. I understand that my presence may be burdensome. I’m good at doing housework and

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

read the papers instead of heading out immediately

cleared up the kitchen and was ready to head out when he asked, “Are you going to Barner for a magazine cover

Jennifer came to

the papers away. “I checked your schedule a

to do that, Mr. Harris. I can walk down the hill myself. My manager will pick me up in his car at the foot of

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

and dropping you off at the base of the mountain is conveniently on my way. You can

Well, thank you,

If Jennifer were to

car and 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

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

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

had been unfaithful to her. He felt a pang of sympathy for her, knowing that she was

might be at

Harris!” She gave him