Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 269 I Will Be There

Cedrick’s gaze dropped, avoiding Gwendolyn’s eyes as he exuded a cold and distant demeanor.

Gwendolyn couldn’t comprehend what was going on with him. She was consumed by fury, fueled by the overwhelming desire to confront him and inflict physical harm to ensure he would never dare to break up with her again.

Fueled by her anger, she stepped down from the bed, her feet bare as she approached the bedside table, where a heavy wooden ruler was stored in the first drawer.

However, at that moment, she hesitated, realizing the potential consequences of her impulses.

She was worried about the harm she could inflict on Cedrick with the heavy ruler if he chose to confront her beatings directly.

On the other hand, the notion of returning empty–handed after her outburst filled Gwendolyn with a sense of foolishness.

She discreetly turned around to check on Cedrick and found him gazing directly at her.

The mere thought of coming back without anything in her hands caused her to cringe with embarrassment.

Determined to salvage the situation, she grabbed Cedrick’s black belt from the coat rack, folding it in half with the buckle firmly in her hand, before sitting back on the bed.

“Do you see this? Don’t push me to the point where I have to resort to violence!” she exclaimed, attempting to intimidate him.

Cedrick lifted his gaze and glanced at the belt in her hand, his face devoid of emotion.

“I had already given up on you back then, but you were the one who wanted me to give you a second chance. Now that I’ve given you that chance and have decided to spend the rest of my life with you, you’re telling me you want to break up? Why? Give me a logical explanation for this!”

Cedrick’s handsome face glowed under the dim light as he gulped.

He lowered his gaze and remained silent, exuding a cold aura.

To Gwendolyn, his silence felt like a form of silent resistance.

She wondered if he was giving her the silent treatment and bit her lip, feeling hurt.

“Fine. You need some time to think things through, right? Take all the time you need, then! Talk to me when you’ve figured things out.”

Frustrated, she threw the belt at him, got off the bed, and stormed out of the room.

The atmosphere of the room turned somber as she forcefully closed the door behind her.

As Gwendolyn entered the next room, she decided she would sleep in separate rooms with Cedrick from that point forward.

Throughout the night, she tossed and turned, her mind buzzing with thoughts of Cedrick and his distant attitude.

Frustration mounting, she sat up and checked her phone.

in disbelief when she saw that it was already past two in the morning, and Cedrick had yet

evident to her that he was

Whatever! This is ridiculous!

nestled back into bed and

had been a while

over herself.

found it somewha

difficult to adjust.

had an easy

Gwendolyn woke up the

door remained

she decided to head to

the gloomy weather that had persisted for the past two

her chin on her hands and gazing absentmindedly at the

from the previous night flashed through her

that he had let out a groan when she

that way unless he was deliberately

martial arts background, it seemed implausible

thoughts, a realization–struck

signs seemed to indicate that Cedrick might be

effortlessly kick him

slapped the table out of frustration at those

yesterday night that she had overlooked all those

it, Cedrick had been acting way

at the sudden bang of the table. “Ms. Harris, did I

Gwendolyn quickly regained her composure, realizing the disruption she had

have some urgent

return. And if I don’t, you

day, pouring heavily

Jenson Group, his eyes dull and

the raindrops trickling down the windowpane, his thoughts drifted back to a conversation he had with Charles

be disabled. She may pity you at first, but what about in the long run? It has been decided that your disabled body isn’t worthy of her from the moment you were poisoned.

clenched tightly, his face growing pale. Exhaustion washed over him as his

time for

believed it would be better to endure temporary pain

grew tired of him and started to hate him, she could eventually move on from the sadness and agony they were currently experiencing and find a

was sitting on a nearby

Rossi Project, she had come to discuss the terms of her compensation

entered his office. He had been silently gazing at the rain outside his floor–to–ceiling window for the

It doesn’t appear to be work–related. Did you and Ms. Harris have a recent