Chapter 552 You Should Feel Guilty Instead
Wooing My Ex-Wife
It was Jenniferâs first time seeing Treyton in such a crestfallen state since she regained consciousness.
Recalling that she was indeed at fault in the matter, she gentled her tone. âNever mind, Iâll forgive you this once. I was wrong to secretly leave without informing you today, making you worry. I apologize.â
Following her apology. Treyton forced a smile. âWhat a good girl, Jennifer. You canât do it again next time. Take two bodyguards with you and text me, okay?â
Jennifer said nothing.
If I were to take two bodyguards with me, theyâd dog my every step, and thereâd always been two pairs of eyes watching me. Such a feeling is awful, making me uneasy all over.
Nonetheless, she relented upon glimpsing the manâs eyes that dimmed once more. âIâll definitely text you and inform you about where Iâm going. But as for the bodyguards⦠can that depend on the situation? In an instance like today whereby I went gaming with Gwendolyn, Iâd be perturbed to have two people watching at the side.â
In other words, she conceded to one of the requests and declined the other.
That would necessitate them both compromising.
To Treyton, he was already satisfied that she agreed to text him. âOkay, whatever you say, Jennifer.â
When they had reached a consensus, Jennifer remained standing at the side. She felt somewhat unsettled by his intent stare.
Remembering the matter they had yet to do that night, she cautiously asked, âAre you still going to test me tonight, Mr. Treyton?â
Treyton held her gaze. Clocking the discomfiture and trepidation in her eyes, he countered. âDo you want me to do so, Jennifer?â
Jennifer wavered for a moment before ultimately choosing to speak her mind. âI hadnât been in the mood the entire day, so I wasnât concentrating much when I studied. Little stuck to my mind. If you were to test me, Iâd undoubtedly flop.â
All of a sudden, Treyton recalled Gwendolyn saying that Jenniferâs academic foundation was weak and urging him to be more patient.
Thus, he understandingly pulled her over to him.
âThen, I wonât test you tonight. Consider it as your day off, Jennifer.â
Hearing that, Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like a heavy weight had been lifted off her. She beamed at him. âThank you, Mr. Treyton. Iâll try my best to memorize everything tomorrow.â
Treyton turned the matter over in his mind briefly. âHow about this? Starting tomorrow, I wonât test you right upon returning home from work at night. Iâll tutor you for half an hour before doing so. What do you think?â
âYou already have your plate full in the morning, Mr. Treyton. Would it be too tiring for you to tutor me in my graduate studies when you come home at night?â
Treyton held her hands tightly. âIf you feel bad that Iâm too tiring myself out, donât resist sleeping on the same bed with me at night. Let me hug you and have a restful sleep every night. Is that okay?â
Uhâ¦
From Jenniferâs perspective, it had only been a little over a month since she regained consciousness.
That was to say that she had only been acquainted with the man for the same amount of time.
Hence, he was considered a friend she did not know that well.
Never mind that Iâm living under the same roof with him despite only having known him for a handful of days, but he even wants to hug me to sleep every night now. The mere thought of it is strange and gives me goosebumps!
Although Treyton was incredibly handsome, and she was irrefutably tempted in the face of a perfect specimen of a man right before her, she could not get over the fact that they were practically strangers.
At her prolonged silence, Treyton knew that she was opposed to the idea inwardly. Smiling bitterly, he coaxed, âSorry, that was overly presumptuous of me. I asked for too much, too fast. Never mind if you donât want it. Forget I ever said that.â
Jennifer swiftly went along with it. âThank you, Mr. Treyton. Iâm truly grateful. Iâll definitely repay your kindness to me when Iâm financially independent.â
That startled Treyton.
Does she mean repaying me with money? How could I possibly be strapped for cash when I hold half of the entertainment industry in the palm of my hand and am a son of the Harris family, the wealthiest family in the city?
âForget about repaying me with money, Jennifer. I much preferâ¦â You repaying me with your body.
He did not finish his utterance, merely fantasizing about it fleetingly for fear of scaring her.
âAll right, itâs late now. Shall we wash up and sleep?â
It was the middle of the night, but sounds of a fight drifted out of the basement in Harrick Villa ceaselessly.
Cedrick and Gwendolyn had dueled for no less than fifty or sixty rounds.
More than an hour passed, and they were both close to being drained of all energy before Gwendolyn finally crashed out in exhaustion.
With sweat coating his entire body, Cedrick lay flat on the ground, his chest heaving violently.
Shifting his gaze to Gwendolyn, who lay sleeping beside him with her hand in his, he griped in vexation, âThis amount of physical exercise is even more draining than the workout throughout the night previously. Sure enough, my wife tortures me in all aspects.â
After resting for a few minutes, he scooped her up and left the basement, going to the bathroom to shower.
Then, he repeated the same routine he had been following the past few days, That was already the best solution at present, and he was elated deep within.
For the following two days, the couple went with the same pattern.
It had about become their way of life.
As they knew that Gwendolyn might have manic episodes at night and moving into the basement could resolve that issue perfectly, they went to Valentinoâs villa together and brought Benedict and Zendaya back to Harrick Villa.
Other than Gwendolynâs manic episodes at night, their life was seemingly back on track.
In the afternoon, Gwendolyn went to Harris Group to work as usual.
Mere moments after she had taken a seat in the CEOâs office, she heard a commotion outside the door.
Ignoring it, she turned on her computer and prepared to devote herself to work.
Alas, the person outside the door seemed determined to give her no opportunity to avoid a meeting.
âYou canât go in, Ms. Annie! Hey!â
Just when Gwendolyn placed her hand on the mouse, her office door was forcibly pushed open by Annie.
At the sight of the latter looking enraged, she derided with a sneer, âYouâre a graduate of a national key university and Antea Groupâs business director, Ms. Annie. Yet, such are your manners? Donât you know that barging into someone elseâs office is rude?â
In high heels, Annie defiantly marched over to the chair across the desk and sat down.
âMs. Harris, youâre obviously in the office and happen to be free, but you had your assistant turn me away repeatedly, refusing to meet me. Was it guilt that prompted it?â
Upon hearing that, Gwendolyn burst into laughter. Propping a hand under her chin, she lazily looked Annie in the eye. âWhy should I feel guilty? Youâre merely a business director, while Iâm the CEO of Harris Group. My duties are severalfold that of yours every day. I was naturally busy to have turned down meeting you. Moreover, itâs someone else who should feel guilty instead.â
When she uttered that final utterance, she stared straight at Annie meaningfully.
However, Annie appeared ignorant to the underlying mockery.
âIt goes without saying that youâre the one who should feel guilty, Ms. Harris. Some time ago, you sent people to intercept my projects time and again. Do you think thatâs appropriate, Ms. Harris?â
The corners of Gwendolynâs eyes crinkled with a smile, rendering her beyond affable. âWhatâs inappropriate about that? Is this your first forage in the business world, Ms. Annie? Competition is nothing unusual when it comes to securing collaborations. How could you accomplish anything if youâre so quick to snap?â
For a moment, Annie was left without a retort.
Gwendolyn continued, âBesides, you also wanted to snatch my collaboration with Dovil Group back then, Ms. Annie. But then, you didnât manage it while I succeeded. And now, youâre resentful?â
Annie pinned her eyes on Gwendolyn gravely. âAt the very least, I asked you about it to your face, Ms.
Harris. Conversely, you played dirty and intercepted my collaborations a few hours before I signed the contracts.
The smile on Gwendolynâs face grew all the wider. âJust swooping on your collaborations is considered playing dirty? Then, whatâs orchestrating a car accident, arranging for forty assassins from the black market to gang up on me, and secretly plotting against me?â