The Ex and Her Riches

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.”

didn’t know what else

study materials from her

sleeping soundly. Are you planning on thoroughly reading these last

“Um…”

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

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

Jennifer, who had lost four years of her memories, was naïve and innocent. However, she was also unruly and

let her keep up this façade any

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

fear in her eyes.

her question, Treyton was

punish her slender waist several times in one night until her legs were so

he if were to make his thoughts vocal, Jennifer, with her current mental age, would only

to change

what you’ve been studying all night. How’s that?” he asked.

a nap, my mind

your first time, I’ll let you review once more. But in half

study hard for

dove right into her postgraduate exam materials.

Villa was

slept late

awakened by the faint rustling noises from the

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

with suspicion. The bedside lamp was off, and he

instantly bathed in light, revealing the disturbing

expression fierce like

in

back the covers, he noticed that Gwendolyn’s hands and feet were bound