Chapter 445

When he came to his senses, his survival instincts kicked into gear. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Darling.

I’m not saying you’re heavy. You’re as light as a feather, and you’ve got an irresistible, perfect body.”

He stared at Gwendolyn nervously, but she merely continued watching him sternly in silence.

Cedrick studied her in befuddlement. Did I say something wrong again? What else should I be saying, then?

As Gwendolyn’s gaze grew colder, he hurriedly pleaded, “Darling, can you tell me the answer in your mind?”

Gwendolyn snorted. “Sure. I’ll use a ruler to teach you word by word once we get back to our room.

How about that?”

The man tensed up instinctively.

With her lips pursed, Gwendolyn pondered upon his first answer and listed out his crimes, “The answer you uttered without hesitation is a true reflection of your heart, which means that’s exactly what you were thinking. I only put on a gown, yet you said I’m heavy. I thought I’d contributed greatly to the Jenson family by giving birth to two babies, but you’re already disgusted by me. So, that doubles your sins. Looks like I’ve got to teach you a proper lesson when we get back.”

Her speech rendered Cedrick speechless.

While walking down the windy path of the Jenson residence, he took deep breaths to calm his nerves and asked cautiously, “How are you planning to punish me, Gwenny?”

Gwendolyn’s eyes gleamed as she looked at him. “You should be spanked.”

The sight of his face draining of color motivated her to add evilly, “With your pants off.”

Cedrick’s face turn as red as an apple. He gave the woman in his arms an aggrieved look. “Darling…”

He dragged his feet, for he dared not return.

I don’t want to endure such a cruel punishment if that’s what my fate will be when I get back.

The worried look on his face made Gwendolyn chuckle. After all, she was only joking. She was not actually mad.

Tapping the tip of his nose gently, she reassured him, “All right. I won’t hit you. I was just joking. You’ve had a hard time during and after my pregnancy. I’ll let you have a great time tonight as a reward.”

A smile instantly spread on his face, replacing the pitiful expression.

“You better be mentally prepared, then. We haven’t done it in a while. I won’t let you off so easily tonight.”

He quickened his pace, wanting to arrive at the room in a flash.

After all, he was stoked.

It was cooling that night.

The sensual moans were contained within the tightly sealed room.

Gwendolyn had lost count of how many times they had gone at it that night.

All she remembered was Cedrick disregarding her exhaustion. He was like a bull that would not get tired.

Her waist was practically non-existent by the time it was already morning.

Her body was sore and weak. There was no way she could wake up, for she barely rested last night.

Cedrick, on the other hand, had awakened early in the morning. After helping her to postpone the meeting with Horace, he pulled her into his embrace.

“I’ve helped you deal with your business, Darling. Get some sleep. You can sleep for the whole day if you want to.”

Gwendolyn was so exhausted that she could not open her eyes. She regretted making that promise to Cedrick last night. I should’ve kept the beast in him under control.

Even though her eyes were closed, frustrated thoughts about last night’s events filled her mind.

While her mind was occupied, the man’s huge hands quietly wrapped around her waist. He began kissing her earlobes restlessly, exhaling warm breaths on her.

Subtle lines of disapproval etched themselves on Gwendolyn’s forehead, but she kept her eyes closed and ignored him.

However, her ignorance only emboldened him, and his restless hands began exploring every inch of her body.

That was not all. His lips that were on his earlobes moments ago slowly moved down to the back of her neck and her fair and delicate shoulder.

The frown between Gwendolyn’s brows deepened until she finally snapped. Turning around, she stretched out her hand and rested it on his face.

The unexpected gesture took Cedrick by surprise.

“Stop messing around. Get some rest.”

Gwendolyn was drained. Although her voice was gentle, the threat in it was palpable.

Dejection flooded Cedrick’s heart as he gave up and lay on top of her. “Darling, why don’t we sleep for three hours and do it again at noon?” he asked tentatively with his deep voice.

Gwendolyn was at a loss for words.

Her waist was unbelievably sore. In fact, she felt it was on the verge of breaking.

On the contrary, Cedrick was like a starving wolf that wanted more after not getting to fulfill his sexual desires for eleven months. More importantly, he had fully recovered.

At that moment, Gwendolyn regretted the decisions she had made in life. Why did I make such an energetic man my husband? Is it too late to get rid of him?

She continued brooding, but her silence was like a silent approval for the impatient man to continue touching her again.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Not really. I’m tired, but I’m happy. I’m extremely happy!” Cedrick held her delicate face and stroked it.

All Gwendolyn could do was grind her teeth in annoyance. Exhaustion was the only thing she could feel at that moment instead of joy. Just then, an idea came to her—an idea that could drain him of his unlimited energy.

“Since you’re not tired, why don’t you get out of bed and do at least four hundred and fifty-nine push-

ups? You’ll count them at the same time.”

Cedrick stopped stroking her skin, feeling a little stunned. “Why four hundred and fifty-nine?”

Expressionlessly, she said, “It represents your love. Let’s say it’s a gift for me.”

Cedrick could not refuse when she had already put it that way. Besides, push-ups were a piece of cake for him.

After planting a kiss on her cheek, he quickly rolled out of bed and slipped on his pants.

Baring his ravishing upper body, he propped himself on the carpet and did the push-ups with a perfect posture.

“Remember to count,” Gwendolyn muttered lazily from the bed.

Immediately, Cedrick began counting, “One, two, three…”

Soon, Gwendolyn drifted off to sleep while listening to him counting.

Nonetheless, it was also his counts that woke her up again.

She felt much better after managing to sleep for about an hour. She leaned over the edge of the bed and watched Cedrick do his push-ups on the carpet.

“Three hundred and fifty-six.”

Cedrick’s voice was not as clear and energetic as before.

His body was drenched in sweat. Even most of the carpet under his body had turned one shade darker thanks to the sweat he excreted.

That was when Gwendolyn told him to stop. “Are you tired?”

Taking in deep breaths, Cedrick flashed her a smiled. “Not really.”

Not really? Why does this man always give me this answer?

Suddenly, she had a wicked idea. Holding her waist, she got off the bed and snatched the robe from the coat stand to cover most of her body.

She walked over to Cedrick and sat cross-legged on his butt.

That way, all of her weight would be placed on him.

Cedrick was already exhausted from the intense workout last night and the push-ups he did. The moment Gwendolyn sat on him, his body sank lower to the ground.

Staring at the back of his head with her arms folded, Gwendolyn ordered, “Continue.”

Cedrick had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue with the workout. This time, however, he stopped counting.

Of course, Gwendolyn was observant enough to notice that. “Why aren’t you counting anymore?”

Stunned, he asked, “How many did I do just now?”

Three hundred and fifty-six.

Gwendolyn vaguely remembered him articulating those numbers, but she smirked wickedly. “How would I know? Well, since you can’t remember, you should start over.”

Cedrick’s back froze from the shock. This little devil…

Having no motivation left, he slumped to the ground and complained shamelessly, “You’re evil, Gwenny. How could you enslave and torture me? I still want to save some of my energy to have fun with you at noon.”

How could you still want to have sex when you’re already so tired?

Gwendolyn’s expression turned grim as she slapped his butt with no mercy.