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

couldn’t accept the fact that his beloved woman would think he was weak after spending the night with him as he had always been proud of his sexual

ego had suffered

tumultuous storm seemed to brew within him, akin to massive waves disrupting the tranquility of a once-serene lake. The intensity of his anger surged, surpassing even the power of a nuclear explosion upon the

you how capable

“Ceddy! Ced…”

but

late to regret her

roused from his slumber by the enticing aroma wafting

like fried egg. Is Jennifer cooking in the kitchen?

and changed into a suit before making his

flitting in and out. A spread of warm milk, toast, fried eggs, and an assortment

bowls of oatmeal. She looked up and locked eyes with

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

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

was just

don’t have to do this. If you plan on staying here for some time, I can arrange for two maids to

good

Treyton chose not to say anything further. It was clear that she was a self–reliant young

on the couch to read

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

Jennifer came to a

your schedule a while ago. Come, let me give you a

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

gentle, while his

of the mountain is conveniently on my way. You can take your manager’s

Well, thank you, Mr.

was of considerable size, with a winding path leading down the mountain. If Jennifer

for the ride, Mr. Harris. Will you come back for dinner tonight? I can prepare dinner for

and vigilant attitude. The aura of detachment

knitted his brows. I told her I would drop her off as it was conveniently

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

you want. I might

She