Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 644 Life After Marriage

Gwendolyn glanced downward and furrowed her eyebrows.

Expeditiously, she finished administering his eyedrop and escaped his embrace. Then, she went to the side, looking busy.

After depositing the eyedrop bottle back into the medical kit, she grabbed another medicine for him with a glass of water. “It's time for your medicine, Zayden.”

Zayden's expression turned grim because he didn't want to do it.

One of the medicines was intended to treat psychological ailments.

Every time, Zayden would toss the medicine into the trashcan instead of consuming it.

Smiling, Gwendolyn uttered, “Come on. Eat your medicine.”

Zayden's countenance darkened further as he took in the expectant look on her face. Why does she want me to recover so badly? Is it because she can brazenly abandon me once my eyes return to normal?

Enraged, Zayden gritted his teeth and spat, “No.”

A sigh slipped from Gwendolyn's lips. “You're afflicted, Zayden. You must eat your medicine. Now that your eyes have recovered slightly, if you continue taking your medicine, you'll return to normal in no time.”

Zayden slapped the medicine in her hand away, which also caused the water to spill onto the floor.

Just as she bent down to pick up the glass, he seized her wrist and threw her on the bed.

“I said I'm not taking them!” roared Zayden coldly with a terrifying look.

Gwendolyn attempted to sit up, but Zayden pushed her down.

“I said I'm not going to eat them,” he repeated with the same horrid glare.

Instead of moving, Gwendolyn remained still on the bed. “If you don't want to eat them, it's fine, Zayden. Don't get too worked up.”

Her hands trembled as she coaxed, “Why don't you sit down first and take a deep breath? I won't make you take the medicine anymore.”

Upon hearing her gentle voice, Zayden narrowed his eyes, stood, and stared down at her.

Then, he stepped into the walk-in closet before emerging with a tie and whip in his hands.

Gwendolyn poured another glass of water for him and grabbed his medicine again, preparing to coax him to consume them. Once he ingests these, he won't get as agitated and angry anymore.

Zayden strode toward her and pushed her back to the bed, causing the water to splash on her face. The medicine was still in her hand, though she clutched onto them even tighter.

Suddenly, her hands were tied together by Zayden.

As Gwendolyn struggled, she questioned, “What are you doing, Zayden?”

Standing beside the bed, Zayden gazed at her resentfully.

Holding the whip, he barked, “You refuse to let me touch you, but he could! How can you treat me like this, Gwendolyn? I've known you for six years! When did I ever mistreat you during that time?”

The more he spoke, the more agitated he sounded. He clutched the whip so forcefully that veins were bulging on the back of his hand.