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.”

too much recently? I can’t

at her in

I only did one hundred push–ups?

his beloved woman would think he was weak after spending the night with him as

manly ego had suffered

him, akin to massive waves disrupting the tranquility of a once-serene lake. The intensity of his anger surged, surpassing even the

I’ll show you

“Ceddy! Ced…”

but to no

was too late to

roused from his slumber by the enticing aroma wafting

fried egg. Is Jennifer cooking

up and changed into a suit before making his way downstairs

A spread of warm milk, toast, fried eggs, and an assortment of fruits were already served on the

kitchen, carrying two bowls of oatmeal.

pulled a chair out for him. “I’m not sure if my cooking is to your

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

was just nice. He found her cooking

staying here for some

Mr. Harris. I understand that my presence may be burdensome. I’m good at doing housework and cooking. Please allow me to contribute in some way to ease my conscience about

and determination, Treyton chose not to say anything further. It was clear that she was a

breakfast, Treyton settled on the couch to read the papers instead of

kitchen and was ready to head out when he asked, “Are

Jennifer came to

checked your schedule a

down the hill myself. My manager will

feet. He looked gentle, while his voice possessed a

shortly, and dropping you off at the base of the mountain is conveniently on my way. You can take your manager’s car there,” he

Well, thank you,

was of considerable size, with a winding path leading down the mountain. If Jennifer were to walk,

another bow. “Thank you for the ride, Mr. Harris. Will you come back for dinner tonight? I can prepare dinner for you in advance. I’ll feel

started bowing once more and revealed à cautious and vigilant attitude. The aura of detachment that surrounded her seemed

off as it was conveniently along my route, so there

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