Chapter 544 Hurt

The night drepened.

The lights in Treyton’s villa remained on.

Treyton, refreshed after a bath and wrapped in a robe, leisurely ascended the stairs, intending to visit a certain someone who was engrossed in her studies in the room.

He gently nudged open the door, peeking inside at the sight of the person behind the desk.

Jennifer was sprawled out on the desk, snoozing away.

A wry expression spread across his face as he walked in. He made no attempt to silence his footsteps.

Yet, the deep in slumber Jennifer, lacking any sense of alertness, remained utterly unconscious of his presence.

“Ahem.”

Treyton deliberately coughed aloud to rouse the sleeping Jennifer from her dreams.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked up at Treyton. “Why are you here? I haven’t finished studying yet. There are- She flipped through her postgraduate study materials and continued, “just about ten sections left. I promise to go to bed after I’m done.”

Treyton knew she was merely giving him a perfunctory response. In a deep and brooding voice, he said, “Jennifer, are you that afraid of sharing a bed with me? I’ve told you that I wouldn’t attempt anything without your consent. All I want is to hold you while we sleep. Can’t you trust me?”

Jennifer remained silent.

The director of her former orphanage used to caution them about men, warning that their words were often deceptive.

What does he mean by he wouldn’t attempt anything when we share a bedt Who knows what will happen if he suddenly loses control over his urgest

Treyton felt a pang of hurt. “Jennifer, we’re engaged. Can’t you accept me yet?”

out an awkward chuckle. “That’s not it, Mr. Treyton. Go and get some

didn’t know what else to

over and took the study materials from her desk, flipping through

last night, and when I came in, you were sleeping soundly. Are you planning on thoroughly reading these last

“Um…”

postgraduate studies, a path you’ve never dared to tread before. You hoped to

looked up at him, retorting in a righteous tone, “I have been studying, but my foundation is poor. I may not pass the exam this year, but I do have plans to try again next

her excuses Jennifer, who had lost four years of her memories, was naïve

that he couldn’t let her keep

again next year in my book. If postgraduate studies are your goal, you must pass

a hint of fear in

Treyton was rendered

were to be honest, he wanted to punish her slender waist several times in one night

with her current mental age, would only take Treyton as a

to change his approach.

on what you’ve been

taking a nap, my mind is all

I’ll let you review once more. But in half an hour, I’ll be back to quiz you. Be prepared to accept your punishment if you get too many questions

you’re doing this for my sake, Mr. Treyton. I’ll study hard for the next

into her postgraduate exam

Harrick Villa was shrouded in

late into

the faint rustling noises from

eyes, he could make out a small figure lying

with suspicion. The bedside lamp was

revealing the

expression

she was in the

fully pulled back the covers, he noticed that Gwendolyn’s hands and feet

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