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.

weak because I only did one hundred

he was weak after spending the night

manly ego had suffered a huge

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

show you how

“Ceddy! Ced…”

struggled but

too late to regret her

was roused from his slumber by the enticing aroma

smells like fried egg. Is Jennifer cooking in the kitchen?

into a suit before making his way

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

the kitchen, carrying two bowls of oatmeal.

morning, Mr. Harris.” She placed the bowls on the table and pulled a chair out for him. “I’m not sure if

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

fried egg was just nice. He

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

surprise. “No need, Mr. Harris. I understand that my presence may be burdensome. I’m good at doing housework and cooking. Please

chose not to say anything further. It was clear that she was

read the

was ready to head out when he asked, “Are you going to Barner for a magazine

do you know?” Jennifer came to a stop,

your schedule a while ago. Come, let

hill myself. My manager will

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

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

thank you,

leading down the mountain. If Jennifer

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

and vigilant attitude. The aura of detachment that surrounded her

as it was conveniently along my route, so

he discovered that Walter had been unfaithful to her. He felt a pang of sympathy for

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

Mr. Harris!” She gave