Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 300 Who Is Pushing The Limits Now

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After some time, Gwendolyn shook her wrist, trying to alleviate the soreness that had settled in. She had never realized that taking a bath could be so exhausting.

She was also completely soaked even though Cedrick was supposed to be the one taking a bath.

Despite her frustration, Gwendolyn swallowed it down and assisted Cedrick in getting out of the bathtub.

Once she dried the water from his body, she led him to the dry tiled floor and tossed the bathrobe at him. “Put it on yourself!”

Cedrick stood still and refused to reach out to take the robe. The robe slipped from his face and fell to the ground.

“I can’t move my arms, and my hands are in pain,” he uttered. I can’t dress myself!

Gwendolyn glared at his feeble state and ground her teeth in frustration. She was about to explode in rage. Who’s pushing the limits now, huh?

Confronted by Cedrick’s persistent self–pity and his attempts to push her limits, Gwendolyn gave him a stern gaze. “You’ve got one minute to pick up your robe, put it on immediately, and fetch me a clean one. If you dare to exceed the time limit, I’ll make sure you experience the consequences of the rules I established before. And I might consider not feeding you medicine anymore!”

Cedrick swallowed the fluid lodged in his throat. His knees began to ache, and his hands throbbed with increased pain. She might not want to feed me medicine anymore? No! I can’t accept that!

While cleaning herself, Gwendolyn started counting down. “You have fifty–eight seconds left!”

Cedrick’s body tensed up as he swiftly retrieved the robe, and deftly secured it around himself. He then opened the door, slipped on his slippers, and hurried to the adjacent wardrobe to fetch a clean robe for

her.

“Ten, nine, eight…” Gwendolyn’s countdown echoed in the bathroom. She sounded like an emotionless timekeeping machine.

As the countdown reached the final second, Cedrick accurately hung the robe on the bathroom rack.

Gwendolyn glanced at him and playfully remarked, “Well, it seems you do have the potential to meet my expectations. Not bad, Ceddy!”

Cedrick kept mum.

Gwendolyn saw through all of Cedrick’s little schemes. In other words, none of his tricks worked.

Frustrated to the core, he forcefully slammed the bathroom door shut, releasing all his pent–up annoyance onto it.

Gwendolyn gazed at the sulking man behind the closed door, sighing softly and wearing a smile tinged with a touch of helplessness.

Two days later, Salinsburgh transitioned into winter. Gloomy clouds covered the sky, and rain started to

fall.

drizzle, caused

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degrees Celsius.

the streets were

the high–security prison creaked open, releasing

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uniform and was now dressed

tightly in his arms containing the few

the iron. gate. “Now that you’ve been given parole, take this opportunity to

before abruptly raising his head to face the somber sky, letting the frigid raindrops cascade down on his

gradually broke into a faint smile. Turn over a new leaf? Yes.

black van emerged from the end of

mouth and forcefully

let out a muffled groan as he slammed his knees harshly

he caught a glimpse

he glanced up and saw Gwendolyn seated beside

face, her eyes emitted a

his knee and moved onto the seat. “It’s been over half a month since we last met, and you’re still as

the point, unwilling to entertain his nonsense. “Where’s

“What medicine?”

knitted her brows, exuding an icy

it against his forehead. “Are you playing me? If I can get you out of prison, I can

gun against Charles‘

antidote to help with his viral infection. But I don’t have it with

pointed at him, her voice aloof as she asked, “Where’s

I take you there, I’ll be

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wished they could beat that despicable man to

and kept mum for a

the drizzling rain outside the window, his