Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 220 She Gives Someone A Beating

Sherman felt wronged by the way Cedrick questioned him. To add to his displeasure, he even snatched

Gwendolyn away from his arms.

“Are you suggesting that I drugged her, Mr. Jenson? I, Sherman Ferguson, will never do such a dirty

thing. Gwendolyn was feeling down, so I was just accompanying her and drinking. Now that she’s

drunk, I’m taking her back to rest.”He stepped forward, attempting to snatch Gwendolyn back, but

Cedrick swiftly sidestepped and held her tightly in his arms.

“There’s no need to trouble you, Mr. Ferguson. I will take care of her.”

Sherman’s expression became grim. “Do you also have feelings for Gwendolyn, Mr. Jenson?”

“Yes.”

Sherman was annoyed.

Just when Maverick was finally gone, Cedrick had to come and block his way.

“It’s not very appropriate for you to be holding Gwendolyn so intimately, Mr. Jenson. Not to mention that

she just came back to Salinsburgh. I don’t think she knows you well enough, but I have known her

since we were very young. It’s better if you leave her to me.”

Sherman took a step forward to get Gwendolyn back but Nico halted him. “Mind your behavior, Mr.

Ferguson. Ms. Gwendolyn is already engaged to Mr. Jenson. It is reasonable that he takes care of Ms.

Gwendolyn.”

“Engaged?”

When did this happen? How did I not hear about any of this?

Sensing Sherman’s confusion, Nico explained, “Old Mr. Jenson personally went to the Harris residence

to finalize the engagement last night. The news will be announced during Ms. Gwendolyn’s welcome

party. I hope Mr. Ferguson realizes who is the outsider here.”

Sherman turned pale instantly. It never occur to him that the Jenson family would act so quickly and

that Marcus would agree to it right away!

Now that Cedrick was Gwendolyn’s fiancé, he couldn’t gain the upper hand as her friend.

Seeing that Sherman was no longer blocking his way, Cedrick carried Gwendolyn in his arms and

turned to leave.

Leaning on Cedrick’s broad chest, Gwendolyn caught a familiar whiff of tobacco smell. Instinctively, she

tightened her grip on his neck as she murmured, “Don’t go. You just promised that you won’t leave

me…”

Upon hearing that, Sherman grinned smugly. “Seems like Gwendolyn prefers going with me, Mr.

Jenson.”

Cedrick stiffened as he looked down at the frunk Gwendolyn in his arms. She had an innocent look on

her face despite being in that state and unaware.

Was Gwendolyn referring to Sherman this morning when she said she is in love with another man?

She even went to The Honey Bee for drinks with him alone.

She has a good tolerance for alcohol and is usually alert, but this time she ended up getting drunk

without any defense. It seems like she truly cares about Sherman.

But… why does it have to be Sherman?

Suppressing the heavy feeling in his chest and concealing the pain in his eyes, Cedrick ordered with

his deep voice, “Escort Mr. Ferguson out, Nico.”

Nico stepped forward and gestured for Sherman to leave.

“Nothing good ever comes from forcing someone to do something that they don’t want to, Mr. Jenson.

You should respect Gwendolyn’s wishes and let me take her to rest,” Sherman said unwillingly.

Cedrick turned around and shot him a cold glance. “She is my fiancée. Whatever I choose to do is

more appropriate than you!” he hissed menacingly.

Firmly carrying Gwendolyn in his arms, Cedrick then left.

“How long have you known her, Mr. Jenson? She’s not going to like you! If you dare to do anything to

her, you will have to face the consequences when she wakes up!” Sherman yelled as he did not trust

Cedrick.

Ignoring Sherman, Cedrick carried Gwendolyn to a neighboring hotel.

He had just reached the hotel entrance when he bumped into William and Quinton, who had just

booked a room and were rushing back to the bar.

They noticed Nico first, but couldn’t recognize Cedrick because he was wearing a mask. However, it

was impossible not to notice Gwendolyn in his arms.

“Why is Ms. Harris in your arms? Where is Mr. Ferguson?”

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Nico hurriedly stepped forward to explain the situation. “This is Mr.

Jenson, my new boss. Since Ms. Gwendolyn is too drunk, he decides to book a hotel room to take care

of her.”

“But… Ms. Harris is not going to like it when she’s sober…”

“No buts,” Nico interrupted, “The engagement was settled by the head of their respective families. They

are going to be married sooner or later. Is there anyone better than Mr. Jenson to take care of Ms.

Gwendolyn when she is drunk? Which one of us is a better fit—the two of you or me?”

Speechless, William and Quinton glanced at each other.

Noticing the room key in William’s hand, Nico took the chance to snatch it away while the former was

still hesitating. Then, he went into the hotel with Cedrick.

William and Quinton hurried after them and waited at the door of the room.

When Nico came out of the room, he patted William and Quinton’s shoulders in a friendly way as he

said, “We haven’t seen each other in half a year. Shall we get a drink together?”

William looked troubled. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. We have to stand guard when Ms. Harris is

staying at a hotel.”

Quinton nodded to second him.

“There’s nothing to worry about! Mr. Jenson is skilled enough to protect Ms. Gwendolyn from any harm.

Let’s go and find a place with nice drinks and barbecue!”

“Wait…”

In the end, they left with Nico rather reluctantly.

Meanwhile, in the hotel room, Cedrick carried Gwendolyn to the bed and helped her remove her coat

and heels. After covering her with a blanket, he went to the bathroom and returned with a bowl of warm

water to wipe her face with it.

Afraid of waking her up, he kept his movements gentle.

The dim, yellowish light of the bedside lamp added a touch of ambiguity to the room.

As Cedrick wiped Gwendolyn’s face, his gaze traced over the towel to the contours of her delicate

facial features. He observed her intently as if he wanted to etch her image firmly into his heart.

All he could do was watch her sleep soundly, and yet he felt contented.

This face, this person, was the one he wanted to love to the core.

But she’s in love with Sherman now…

She seems to have forgotten about me even though it’s only been half a year.

Well, not completely forgotten. As her ex-husband, I am still used by her as a scapegoat.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt like a knife was piercing through his heart. Every breath

he took hurt at that moment.

Eyes reddened, Cedrick sat dejectedly by the bed and watched Gwendolyn quietly.

Now that she was asleep, her features looked peaceful. Her rosy, plump lips were slightly parted and

irresistibly alluring.

Cedrick pondered if he could steal a kiss from her.

She won’t remember any of it when she sobers up tomorrow anyway.

But is this too inappropriate?

Heart pounding, he leaned closer to her hesitantly…

Gwendolyn was really intoxicated. It was the most intense drinking session she had ever had since she

had a bad stomachache after the other drinking episode.

Gwendolyn’s eyelashes quivered as she opened her eyes in a dazed state, only to be greeted by a

terrifying and enlarged face.

Instinctively, she raised her hand and slapped the ugly face.

“What kind of monster are you? How dare you get near me!”

“Ouch!” Cedrick couldn’t help yelling in pain as he didn’t expect Gwendolyn to wake up and hit him all

of a sudden.

He felt like his nasal bone was crushed beneath the mask.

He wanted to rub his nose and check if it was bleeding, but he didn’t dare take off his mask because

Gwendolyn was awake. He had no choice but to bear with the pain.

Although Gwendolyn was awake, she was still quite drunk.

Her vision was blurred, and her head felt dizzy.

The ghostly face in front of her seemed to be spinning in circles like the hands of a clock.

Propping herself up on the bed, Gwendolyn retreated backward as she sat up until her body was curled

up at the bedside. Staggering, she assumed a defensive posture.

“Get away from me, you ugly piece of sh*t!”

Cedrick felt helpless.

Realizing that she was still drunk, he cleared his throat and began in a hoarse voice, “Ms. Harris, I’m

Cedrick.”

Cedrick?

Gwendolyn muttered the name under her breath again.

Having heard the name so many times for the past few days, she had developed extreme disgust for

the name!

Emboldened by alcohol, she delivered a fierce kick in his direction and reached for something on the

bedside table to use as a weapon. With a menacing expression, she cursed, “You bast*rd! How dare

you have the nerves to marry me! I will send you to hell before you can do that!”