Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 225 Lost Your Best Chance To Come Clean

Cedrick’s mind went blank.

Mavy?

He had never expected that name to come out of Gwendolyn’s mouth. Is she talking to him as though

he was still Maverick?

Does this mean she actually still has the slightest hint of feelings for him?

The man’s heart was in utter confusion, and after mulling for a long while, he finally mustered up the

courage to speak.

“Gwendolyn, I—”

Before he could finish, the red-faced woman tugged at his sleeve furiously.

“Maverick! If you dare lie to me again, I’ll dig up your coffin, destroy your gravestone, and drag your

corpse out!”

She’s so brutal…

The man instantly swallowed his words.

He sat by the bedside in a daze, deep in thought.

Gwendolyn didn’t love him anymore. He had always known that.

As her ex-husband, the only use he had for her now was if she needed him as a scapegoat.

If she ever finds out about all the huge lies I made up, she’ll hate me and never forgive me, right?

Wallowing in distress, he sat next to her and watched the woman deep in slumber.

He had spent a great deal of effort on this engagement, for his biggest regret in life was divorcing her in

the past. In fact, he was now terrified of losing her again.

If coming clean to her will only make things worse, then it’s better if she just accepts the fact that

Maverick is gone forever. I’ll start afresh with her as Cedrick Jenson.

Gwendolyn didn’t appear to be sleeping well, her knitted brows giving her a grim expression.

Cedrick massaged the space between her brows carefully and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Then, he grabbed a towel from the bathroom to wipe her face and hands before grabbing himself a

blanket from the closet, curling up on the sofa, and calling it a night.

With his mind remaining fuzzy, he slept all night.

The man was eventually awakened by the sound of the door unlocking from the outside.

Seeing that Gwendolyn was still asleep, he walked toward the door quietly and found Logan standing

outside.

“Did you have a good chat with Ms. Harris last night, Mr. Jenson?” the older man asked with a grin.

“Did you both…”

He made a gesture with his two thumbs pressing against each other.

Cedrick’s expression remained cold as he ignored Logan’s question. “When Ms. Harris wakes up, tell

her to have breakfast with Grandpa before she leaves. If she refuses, don’t force her to stay.”

“Yes, Mr. Jenson.”

Cedrick went to the room next door to wash up before walking out of Valentino’s villa.

Then, he heard some noises from a corner as soon as he arrived at the entrance to the building.

Upon paying close attention, it sounded like Nico.

The other person sounded like William.

“You’re early, William. Ms. Harris probably hasn’t woken up yet. You might have to wait a while longer.”

“That’s fine, but she didn’t drink last night, did she? She’d already drunk so much during the party, so

I’m guessing she got wasted. Does she seriously think she can hold her liquor and drink all she wants

like before?”

William heaved a deep sigh.

“What’s wrong with Ms. Harris?” Nico asked, curious.

William paused momentarily. “It’s all in the past. Ms. Harris doesn’t want anyone to talk about it. I’ll get

a pay cut if she finds out I blabbed.”

“You can tell me. I don’t see her that often anyway, so it’s not like she’d know you told me. Besides, it’s

just the two of us here now. My lips are sealed.”

Across the wall, Cedrick was about to leave, but he walked back upon hearing that the two were talking

about Gwendolyn.

“Do you remember when Mr. Wright passed away half a year ago?” William began. “When Ms. Harris

came back from his funeral, she locked herself in his room and bawled her eyes out, refusing to eat or

drink for three days. She even went to the wine cabinet to drink all the concentrated liquor—on an

empty stomach! Her body couldn’t take it, and she nearly destroyed her own liver. That’s when her

health started to decline.”

Nico was shocked.

“I can’t believe it. Ms. Harris… She…”

William sighed. “Ms. Harris never admits it, but she really likes Mr. Wright. She had a hard time

accepting the fact that he was gone, and she was devastated for a really long time. Anyway, that’s all in

the past. Let’s not talk about it anymore.”

Nico grew skeptical. “But how? I heard that Ms. Harris has grown quite fond of Mr. Ferguson. Is that not

true?”

“Mr. Ferguson?” William was bewildered. “Where did you hear that from? Apart from Mr. Wright, Ms.

Harris has never even spared any other man a single glance.”

…

By now, Cedrick’s mind was in such a buzz that he could no longer hear what the two said after that.

William said she really likes me, and that she bawled her eyes out because of my death. She almost

wrecked her liver from drinking because of me. So, the woman I love has loved me all this while too?

She said there was someone she likes that day. Was she actually referring to me, and not Sherman?

Cedrick’s body began to tremble as a wave of inexplicable emotions swept through him.

He had never felt so glad in his life, nor did he ever dare imagine that Gwendolyn actually loved him.

His eyes reddening, the man turned in the direction of the villa.

He couldn’t wait to tell her that he was still alive.

Suddenly, a silhouette appeared right in front of him. It was Nico, who had just finished speaking to

William.

“Where are you headed, Boss?”

Cedrick pushed him aside. “I’m going to tell Gwendolyn the truth.”

“Are you sure about this, Boss? Last night was your first time seeing her again after six months. That

was your best chance to come clean, but you lost it, and you even put up an act with her. She’s in her

worst possible mood now. Do you think she’d forgive you if you went back to her now?”

No, she won’t.

Telling her the truth now would be asking for trouble, and his plans would only backfire.

The woman might even be so infuriated that she cut him off completely, refusing to ever contact him

again.

Even so, he couldn’t bear to wait another second, knowing that she loved him.

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Cedrick began to think rationally.

Nico tried to help too. “Or perhaps you can pretend to have lost your memories to make her feel sorry

for you? And when the time is right, you can tell her you’ve recovered your memories. She probably

won’t be as mad if you did this.”

That’s a plan, all right.

Cedrick fell silent for a moment and eventually shook his head. “Forget it. Gwendolyn’s too smart,” he

responded frigidly. “If she finds out that I pretended to have lost my memories, that’ll only complicate

things further, and I might end up turning into a corpse for real.”

“I think it’s still best to find a good time to tell her the truth—at least while she hasn’t been completely

overcome by rage,” he concluded.

Then, he pondered for a while longer before instructing Nico, “Have Gwendolyn come over to my villa

tomorrow night. Tell her I’d like to treat her to dinner.”

Nico looked uncertain. “Will she come, though?”

“She will,” Cedrick answered confidently. “She’s always been overly skeptical, so whatever happened

last night wouldn’t be enough to clear her doubts. I’m guessing she’ll start doing her own investigation

for the next few days too. She might even try to look into me, so I’ll have to come clean to her before

she finds out the truth on her own.”

Nico nodded fervently.

That makes absolute sense. We can’t wait any longer. It’s all over if Ms. Harris finds out that Boss has

been hiding the truth from her all along!

After making all the necessary arrangements, Cedrick walked out of Valentino’s villa.

Yet, the man seemed to recall something just after taking a few steps forward, and he turned back.

“This isn’t enough. Find me a thick horsewhip—one that’s thick enough to cause some really serious

tears on the skin.”

Nico grimaced as he heard that. “Boss… You’re so brutal even to yourself!”

Alas, Cedrick remained firm in his decision. That’s my only choice if I want her back. I missed my best

chance to come clean last night. If she beats me tomorrow night, that means she’s actually willing to

forgive me, and hopefully, that’d help to ease her anger too. But things won’t be as simple if she

doesn’t even bother laying a finger on me.