Chapter 544 Hurt


    The night drepened.


    The lights in Treyton’s vi 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,cking 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 ept 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 nonchntly.


    “You said the same thingst night, and when I came in, you were sleeping soundly. Are you nning


    on thoroughly reading thesest 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 be a junior professor


    at a certain university. I supported you in that, too, gathering the most recent andprehensive 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 ns 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 na?ve 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 fa?ade 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.”


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


    bbergasted 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 nk. 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 ept 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 Vi was shrouded in darkness,


    Cedrick had sleptte 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 bedsidemp 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 ce 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.


    Nheless, 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?”