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 that happen. I

at

I’m weak because I

couldn’t accept the fact that his beloved woman would think he was weak after spending

ego had suffered a

the tranquility of a once-serene lake. The intensity

you how capable I

“Ceddy! Ced…”

struggled but to

was too late to

from his slumber by the enticing aroma wafting through

fried egg. Is Jennifer cooking in

changed into a suit

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

of oatmeal.

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

about unfamiliar people. However, the sight of Jennifer’s

fried egg was just nice. He found

don’t have to do this. If you plan on staying here for some time,

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 staying

Treyton chose not to say anything

Treyton settled on the couch to read the papers instead of heading

up the kitchen and was ready to head out when he

do you know?” Jennifer came to a stop, holding her bag

schedule a while

myself. My manager will pick me up in his car at the foot of the

while

of the mountain is conveniently on my way. You can take your manager’s car there,” he

Well, thank

the mountain. If Jennifer were to walk, it would take her at

bow. “Thank you for the ride, Mr. Harris.

attitude. The aura of detachment that surrounded her seemed akin to a protective barrier she had created

her I would drop her off as it was

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

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