Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 544 Hurt

The night drepened.

The lights in Treyton’s villa remained on.

Treyton, refreshed after a bath and wrapped in a robe, leisurely ascended the stairs, intending to visit a certain

someone who was engrossed in her studies in the room.

He gently nudged open the door, peeking inside at the sight of the person behind the desk.

Jennifer was sprawled out on the desk, snoozing away.

A wry expression spread across his face as he walked in. He made no attempt to silence his footsteps.

Yet, the deep in slumber Jennifer, lacking any sense of alertness, remained utterly unconscious of his presence.

“Ahem.”

Treyton deliberately coughed aloud to rouse the sleeping Jennifer from her dreams.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked up at Treyton. “Why are you here? I haven’t finished studying yet. There

are- She flipped through her postgraduate study materials and continued, “just about ten sections left. I promise to

go to bed after I’m done.”

Treyton knew she was merely giving him a perfunctory response. In a deep and brooding voice, he said, “Jennifer,

are you that afraid of sharing a bed with me? I’ve told you that I wouldn’t attempt anything without your consent.

All I want is to hold you while we sleep. Can’t you trust me?”

Jennifer remained silent.

The director of her former orphanage used to caution them about men, warning that their words were often

deceptive.

What does he mean by he wouldn’t attempt anything when we share a bedt Who knows what will happen if he

suddenly loses control over his urgest

Treyton felt a pang of hurt. “Jennifer, we’re engaged. Can’t you accept me yet?”

Jennifer let out an awkward chuckle. “That’s not it, Mr. Treyton. Go and get some rest. I really am studying. Once

I’m done. I’ll go back to our room.”

Treyton didn’t know what else to say

He leaned over and took the study materials from her desk, flipping through the pages nonchalantly.

“You said the same thing last night, and when I came in, you were sleeping soundly. Are you planning on thoroughly

reading these last few pages?” he asked.

“Um…”

As Jennifer struggled to respond. Treyton continued. “You mentioned a while ago that you felt unsuited to the acting

industry. I helped you step back from that. Then you wanted to pursue postgraduate studies, a path you’ve never

dared to tread before. You hoped to eventually become a junior professor at a certain university. I supported you in

that, too, gathering the most recent and comprehensive study materials. But how many of these have you seriously

studied?”

Jennifer looked up at him, retorting in a righteous tone, “I have been studying, but my foundation is poor. I may not

pass the exam this year, but I do have plans to try again next year if that’s the case. As for tonight, I truly wasn’t

sleeping. I was just taking a short nap.”

Treyton didn’t want to hear any more of her excuses Jennifer, who had lost four years of her memories, was naïve

and innocent. However, she was also unruly and stubborn, like a teenage girl.

Treyton sighed, realizing that he couldn’t let her keep up this façade any longer.

With that, he stated in his deep voice, “Jennifer, there’s no ‘try again next year in my book. If postgraduate studies

are your goal, you must pass this year. From now on, I’ll tutor you after work and quiz you on your memorization. If

you get it wrong, there will be punishment.”

Jennifer blinked with a hint of fear in her eyes. “What kind of punishment?”

Flabbergasted by her question, Treyton was rendered speechless.

If he were to be honest, he wanted to punish her slender waist several times in one night until her legs were so

weak the next day that she couldn’t get out of bed.

However, he if were to make his thoughts vocal, Jennifer, with her current mental age, would only take Treyton as a

twisted demon, driving her further away from him.

So, Treyton decided to change his approach.

“Starting from tonight, let’s test you on what you’ve been studying all night. How’s that?” he asked.

Jennifer paled, biting her soft pink lips in nervousness. “Could I review it one more time! After taking a nap, my mind

is all foggy and blank. If you quiz me now, I probably won’t be able to answer a single question.

Seeing her pitiful and innocent expression, Treyton relented. “Considering it’s your first time, I’ll let you review once

more. But in half an hour, I’ll be back to quiz you. Be prepared to accept your punishment if you get too many

questions wrong.”

“All right. I know you’re doing this for my sake, Mr. Treyton. I’ll study hard for the next half an hour,” Jennifer said in

a determined tone.

She quickly dove right into her postgraduate exam materials.

Meanwhile, Harrick Villa was shrouded in darkness,

Cedrick had slept late into the evening.

He was awakened by the faint rustling noises from the side.

Opening his eyes, he could make out a small figure lying beside him, shivering and struggling

He pushed back the covers with suspicion. The bedside lamp was off, and he got up to switch on the light.

The room was instantly bathed in light, revealing the disturbing sight on the bed.

Gwendolyn’s eyes were bloodshot, her expression fierce like a cornered animal.

As Cedrick had expected, she was in the throes of another episode.

However, when he fully pulled back the covers, he noticed that Gwendolyn’s hands and feet were bound with heavy

shackles.

Due to her struggles, there were traces of blood on her wrists and ankles.

Seeing the blood, a pang of pain shot through Cedrick. “Gwendolyn, what have you done! Even if you don’t wish to

hurt me, you shouldn’t have resorted to this method that will hurt yourself”

On the bed, Gwendolyn continued to struggle, seemingly oblivious to the excruciating pain from her shackled limbs.

Furthermore, she had stuffed a cloth in her mouth to prevent herself from screaming

Cedrick watched her quietly, his heart aching for her.

How long would she have to endure this torment until she’s drained of strength?

He couldn’t bear to watch her suffer any longer. He reached for the shackles, intending to unlock them.

However, he noticed a piece of paper clutched in Gwendolyn’s hand when he was closer to her.

He retrieved the note that read: Do not unshackle me. Tomorrow, when I wake up, I will strip you down and check

for any new injuries. If you are hurt. I will leave you. I will run away to a place where you can never find me. I what I

say, If you dare challenge my words, go ahead.

Cedrick’s eyes welled up as his face tensed.

For the sake of keeping me safe, Gwenny has chosen to be so ruthless to herself.

Nonetheless, he did not dare to gamble.

He was afraid that Gwendolyn would truly leave him.

Cedrick wrestled with his decisions for several long minutes as Gwendolyn, in the throes of her manic episode,

fought against her bindings with growing intensity. Although her mouth was gagged, small whimpering sounds

escaped from her throat.

She seemed like a trapped, pitiful creature, crying out in anguish.

Cedrick clenched his fists, his eyes reddening as he watched her for a while, his heart warring within him.

Preventing him from being her punching bag during her bouts of aggression was one thing, but making him witness

her suffering like this was a torment in its own right.

Torn between options, he held onto a sliver of hope, his voice shaking as he asked, “Why are you so stubborn.

Darling! If you don’t want me, does that mean you don’t want Benny and Zendy too! They are still so young. You

surely wouldn’t abandon them and leave, would you?”