The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 260 Weak

Jennifer bowed twice and returned to the bed hastily. “I apologize, Mr. Harris. I have slept in this bed and used the bedsheet and blanket. I assume you’re not pleased with that…”

Treyton seemed to have understood what she was getting at. He sat up and hopped off the bed.

“I’m really sorry for the intrusion,” Jennifer apologized repeatedly.

Quickly, she removed the bedsheet and blanket before retreating from the room with a humble bow.

Treyton glanced at the bare bed and flashed a helpless smile. After getting the spare bedsheet and blanket from the cabinet, he ended up spreading the bed himself.

I can’t believe Jennifer apologized fifteen times and bowed twelve times in just a few minutes. She is strangely foolish and adorable, huh? How interesting.

At dawn, the gentle rays of the sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow upon the bed in the bedroom.

When Cedrick awoke, he found Gwendolyn already awake. She was sitting in bed, looking serious, engrossed in scrolling on her phone.

The sight confused him. “Why are you on your phone early in the morning? Have you been addicted to it recently?”

“No. I’m buying something for you.”

Gwenny’s buying a gift for me again? It should be something normal this time, right?

“What is it? Let me take a look.”

Gwendolyn explained carelessly, “Oh, a box of stag penis pills, some tonic, and…”

Stag penis? Tonics?

Cedrick found it strange that she would buy those for him. He asked darkly, “Why would you buy those things? Have I not satisfied you?”

“Of course not!” Gwendolyn shook her head profusely. “You were amazing, Ceddy. However, last night you claimed to be capable of doing three hundred push–ups with one hand, but you stopped after doing one hundred push–ups.”

I can’t let

at her in

weak because I

beloved woman would think he was weak after spending

ego had suffered a huge

tumultuous storm seemed to brew within him, akin to massive waves disrupting the tranquility of a once-serene lake. The intensity of his

show you how

“Ceddy! Ced…”

struggled but to no

too late to regret her

his slumber by the enticing aroma wafting

like fried egg. Is Jennifer cooking in

changed into a suit before

A spread of warm milk, toast, fried eggs, and an assortment

the kitchen, carrying two bowls of oatmeal. She

morning, Mr. Harris.” She placed the bowls on the table and pulled a chair out for him. “I’m not sure if my cooking

place. After all, Jennifer was still a stranger to him, and he held reservations about unfamiliar people. However, the sight of

fried egg was

on staying here for some

I understand that my presence may be burdensome. I’m good at

not to say anything further. It was clear that she was a

read the papers instead of heading out

ready to head out when he asked, “Are

Jennifer came

the papers away. “I checked your schedule a while ago. Come, let

down the hill myself. My manager will pick me up in

while his voice possessed a charming and soothing quality.

dropping you off at the base of the mountain is conveniently on my way. You can take your manager’s

Well, thank you,

a winding path leading down the mountain. If Jennifer were to walk, it would

got out of the car and gave Treyton another bow. “Thank you for the ride, Mr. Harris. Will you come back for dinner tonight? I can prepare dinner for

attitude. The aura of detachment that

told her I would drop her off as it was conveniently along my route, so there

right words to express his thoughts. After running a background search on her this morning, he discovered that Walter had been unfaithful to her. He felt a pang of sympathy for her, knowing that she was innocent and had been hurt by the actions of a