Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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 rest. I really am studying. Once I’m done. I’ll

what

study materials from her desk, flipping through the

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

“Um…”

that. Then you wanted to pursue postgraduate studies, a path you’ve never dared to tread before. You hoped to eventually become a junior professor

been studying, but my foundation is poor. I may not pass the exam this year, but I do have plans to try again next year if that’s the case. As for tonight, I truly wasn’t sleeping. I was just taking

had lost four years of her memories, was naïve and innocent. However, she was also

couldn’t let her keep up this façade any longer.

that, he stated in his deep voice, “Jennifer, there’s no ‘try again next year in my book. If postgraduate studies are your goal, you must pass this year. From now on, I’ll tutor you after work and quiz you on your memorization. If you get it wrong, there will be

in her eyes. “What kind

her question, Treyton was rendered speechless.

times in one night until

to make his thoughts vocal, Jennifer, with her current mental age, would only take Treyton as a

to change his approach.

from tonight, let’s test you on what you’ve been studying all

my mind is

once more. But in half an hour, I’ll be

sake, Mr. Treyton. I’ll study hard for the next half an hour,” Jennifer said in a determined

into her postgraduate exam materials.

Harrick Villa was shrouded in darkness,

slept late into the

faint rustling noises

small figure

back the covers with suspicion. The bedside lamp was off, and

instantly bathed in light, revealing the disturbing sight

expression fierce like a

was in the throes of another episode.

noticed that Gwendolyn’s hands and feet were bound with heavy shackles.