Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 231 Have I Been Treating Him Badly

Nico quickly slapped himself to stop his imagination from going wild.

This is my first time having a solo mission with Ms. Gwendolyn, perhaps this is who she is. I should

have faith in her feelings for Boss. However, he must never find out about the details!Back in the

bedroom, Gwendolyn grazed the tip of the dagger across Xander’s face and down his neck before

finally arriving at his heart.

Xander shook throughout, terrified that the blade would pierce his skin.

The room was filled with a dangerous and menacing oppression atmosphere, gripping him so hard that

he felt suffocated.

Gwendolyn sneered at his fright. “It only takes a dagger to reduce you to such a pathetic state. You’re

so weak. How dare you pick a fight with Ceddy?”

Xander seemed to have taken offense by her words and the look of terror on his face suddenly

diminished.

He knew very well that Gwendolyn did not dare to kill him within the Jenson residence, nor was she

able to do so.

Noticing that he had calmed down, Gwendolyn guessed what he was thinking. “You’re right. I won’t kill

you. In fact, I prefer to torture you slowly. I’m here today to settle this score. Because of you, Ceddy is

currently undergoing surgery. How dare you sleep soundly in your bed while he is fighting for his life? I

want you to remain awake and experience his suffering tenfold.”

With a vicious glint in her eyes, she pressed the dagger’s tip slightly against Xander, yet with enough

restraint not to pierce his heart.

Blood began oozing out, staining Xander’s snow-white bathrobe around his chest. It caused him so

much pain that he turned pale.

“Don’t worry. This is just a taste. I won’t take your life so quickly.”

Gwendolyn sheathed the dagger, then produced a bag of powder and showed Xander.

“This is itching powder. I will sprinkle it on you and once the itch becomes unbearable, your muscles

will twitch uncontrollably and quicken your circulation, which will cause the blood to flow out from the

wound. I wonder if you would die from excessive blood loss if you bleed throughout the night? Shall we

try it?”

Even though her tone was innocent, her words were venomous.

Xander gazed at the powder in her hand with terror, shaking his head, and started mumbling.

Gwendolyn’s expression was frigid. Without wasting her breath on him further, she scattered the

powder all over him mercilessly, starting from his neck.

Then, she summoned Nico for some areas where it was inconvenient for her to reach.

Upon finding out that she intended to scatter the powder all over Xander’s groin, Nico shuddered so

hard that his own member retracted in fear. He gave her a thumbs-up of admiration.

This move is so savage and vicious! If Xander succumbs, he’s not going to make it.

…

After hours of surgery, the bullet lodged in Cedrick’s chest was finally removed. Fortunately, it had

missed his heart by two inches.

However, he did lose a lot of blood and was very weak. As he required rest, he was transferred to an

ordinary ward.

“Gwenny…”

The anesthetic was beginning to wear off. His voice was hoarse and weak. Instinctively, he scanned his

surroundings.

The spotlessly bright ward was empty.

There was no sign of Gwendolyn, who he was thinking about nor anybody else there. He was alone in

his bed.

There was a sense of melancholic solitude in the air.

Though the anesthetic had not completely worn off, he felt a searing pain in his chest. It was so bad

that he could not breathe.

Gwendolyn said she would wait for me and let me explain. She wouldn’t lie to me.

He braced himself against the dizziness, ignoring his freshly bandaged chest, and got out of bed. His

legs were so shaky that he was forced to inch his way to the door while leaning against the wall for

support.

It was silent outside the corridor.

There was nobody else there aside from him. Only an occasional cold gust blew into his pale face,

bringing with it a sharp sting.

His eyes grew red. The heavy feeling in his chest was becoming unbearable as an intense feeling of

sadness gripped him.

The ringing pain in his chest felt a hundred times more painful than when the bullet had struck him.

“Gwenny…”

Where are you? You still won’t forgive me?

He wanted to search for Gwendolyn, but the walk out of the ward had completely drained him. Weak

and shaky all over, he was forced to lean against the door.

Motivated by seeing Gwendolyn, however, he did his best to remain conscious.

Halfway through making her rounds, a nurse on duty turned pale with fright when she caught sight of

him and hurried over to help him up. “Why are you out of bed, Mr. Jenson? You just went through an

operation, and you cannot afford to catch a cold! Go back inside.”

Cedrick avoided her arm, refusing to let her touch him. “Where is Ms. Harris?” he asked with great

effort.

“Ms. Harris had gone a long time ago. It’s past midnight now, so she probably won’t be coming back.

Your health is more important, Mr. Jenson. Please get back inside!”

Cedrick felt so awful that he gasped for breath.

She’s gone. True enough, she wouldn’t forgive me. She won’t even hear what I have to say.

A lump rose in his throat. The empty corridor echoed with his hacking coughs.

The nurse felt sorry for him. “Mr. Jenson…”

“Get lost!”

He glared at her. Despite the severity of his condition, his gaze was filled with rage.

Frightened, the nurse fell silent and trotted away.

Once again, he became the only person in the lonely corridor. He was so weak that he could no longer

stand. Thus, leaning against the door, he eased himself slowly into a squat before curling up at the

door.

Gwenny. I refuse to believe you would be that cruel. I won’t be going anywhere.

…

After dealing with Xander, Gwendolyn left Nico behind to take care of the aftermath and sped back to

the hospital.

As soon as she emerged from the elevators, she saw the man curled up at the far end of the corridor.

His helpless and frail silhouette caused a stab of pain in her heart.

Sprinting over at once, she helped him up and held him in her arms. “What are you doing out here?”

she chided gently. “You should be resting after your surgery!”

Cedrick hugged her tightly around the waist. His joy of seeing her again made his nose twinge and his

eyes felt moist.

“I knew it. I knew you would come back.”

Gwendolyn’s heart seared even more painfully.

She did not have the heart to let him suffer alone in the operating theater. However, she planned to

take advantage of the waiting time to execute her revenge plan against Xander. It was just that she did

not expect the operation to complete earlier.

“I’m sorry, I had been careless, but I did not leave. All right, let’s not stand out here in the cold anymore.

We’ll talk inside.”

Cedrick wrapped his arm around her waist and placed his chin on her shoulder, unwilling to let go.

Gwendolyn was about to pry his hands open when she remembered his wound and got distracted as

she was worried about injuring him.

“I told you I’m not going anywhere. Are you going to defy me? I’ll leave if you do!”

Though she meant it as a joke, Cedrick turned pale and let go of her immediately before he fell to his

knees.

Noticing what he was doing, Gwendolyn quickly grabbed him. Her heart ached.

A mere threat from me scares him so much to the point that he seeks forgiveness for every little thing.

Have I treated him so badly in the past to make him feel this insecure? How could the head of the

Jenson family lower himself?

In fact, before her arrival at the hospital, Cedrick had been tormented by worry and self-doubt for over

half an hour.

As soon as he saw her, he wanted nothing more than to pull his heart out and show it to her.

Gwendolyn willed herself not to cry. Sighing helplessly, she employed the coaxing tone he had once

used on her. “I’m not angry, and I’m not going anywhere. Be good, lay down, and I’ll hear you out, all

right?”

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