Chapter 227
Chapter 227 I Can Take The Pain
The next day, Nico entered the CEO’s office at Jenson Group, his expression downtrodden.
Yesterday, he had visited all the racecourses in Salinsburgh and finally found a whip specifically
designed for taming fierce and wild horses.
After cing it on Jenson’s desk, he said, “This whip is quite rough in texture. Please handle it with
care, Boss.”
Cedrickpsed into thoughtful silence before keeping it away.
Nico, expressing his concern, reminded Jenson once again. “Boss, if Ms. Gwendolyn intends to whip
you tonight, please don’t put up a strong front. Instead, try to look aggrieved, scream in pain, and shed
a few tears to invoke her sympathy.”
Cedrick nodded in response. His mind was upied with thoughts on how to approach the
conversation with Gwendolynter that evening.
Cedrick’s apparentck of concern over his warning caused Nico to feel anxious.
However, upon reflection, he realized if Cedrick was not afraid of being physically harmed, why should
he worry about him?
Meanwhile, Gwendolyn went about her usual routine at Angle Corporation, focusing on the
preparations before work.
She remained busy throughout the day and nothing unusual happened. Before leaving work, she
received the information Asher had finishedpiling and faxed it to her.
Gwendolyn printed all the documents and studied them closely. Her expression turned more and more
icy as she went through all the information.
The information showed that Cedrick did make a trip to Hawen a few months ago.
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With no existing business connections between the Jenson family and Hawen, Gwendolyn struggled to
find a usible reason for Cedrick’s visit, apart from the possibility of him undergoing stic surgery.
Does that mean Cedrick lied to mest night?
While she was contemting, William knocked on her door and came in. “Ms. Gwendolyn, Nico just
came by and said Mr. Jenson would like to invite you to have dinner at the vi after work. He will
personally cook for you. Would you like to go?”
“Sure,” Gwendolyn answered with a flinch.
Since it was difficult for her to investigate, she thought it would be better if she could test the waters
directly.
After tidying up her desk, she stuffed the documents into her bag and grabbed her coat from the rack.
She then nced at William and said, “It’s time to leave. Let’s go.”
William was taken aback but quickly caught up with her.
Upon arriving at the Jenson residence, Gwendolyn could not recall the winding paths in the Jenson
residence. She had to get Logan to guide her to Cedrick’s vi again.
As they reached the front of Cedrick’s vi, Nico and a few other bodyguards were already waiting for
her at the door.
Seeing Gwendolyn walking over, Nico respectfully bowed slightly. “Ms. Gwendolyn, it’s been a while.”
“Not really. I saw you before I left Cedrick’s vi thest time I was here,” she replied.
Err…
Feeling awkward, Nico froze for a moment before diverting to another topic. “Pleasee in, Ms.
Gwendolyn. Mr. Jenson is waiting for you.”
Gwendolyn just looked away and walked into the vi alone.
Not long after she took a few steps forward, Nico whispered behind her, “Mr. Jenson has to attend an
urgent mission tonight. After dinner, he’ll need to leave the city for the operation. It’ll be a confrontation
that involves real gunfire.”
“What do you mean?” Gwendolyn cast him a baffling nce.
Nico seemed frustrated, suppressing the urge to say more. He sighed silently and said, “It’s nothing.
Please go inside.”
His words piqued Gwendolyn’s curiosity, but seeing that he was unwilling to provide further
exnation, she decided not to press him any further.
She continued walking alone to the vi. Just when she was about to knock on the door, she noticed
the front door was slightly ajar.
Gwendolyn gently pushed open the door, but before she could fully see the situation inside, someone
emerged from behind, grasping her wrist and pulling her in.
She found herself wrapped in a familiar andforting embrace, and the person holding her tightly
was trembling uncontrobly.
Gwendolyn could sense that he was anxious. “What are you doing, Mr. Jenson?”
Cedrick wore a thin silk shirt, his lips pressed tightly together, but he did not utter a word in response.
After releasing her from his arms, he staggered backward, his knees slowly sinking, and his back
straightened as he knelt before her.
That familiar action struck a chord within her, and in an instant, realization washed over her. Her eyes
welled up with tears, turning red. “Maverick.”
Her words came out as a statement and not a question.
“That’s right. That’s me.” Cedrick did not press his voice intentionally.
Cedrick noticed the shimmering teardrops in her glistening eyes, his heart constricted with pain.
Gwendolyn looked up to rein in the tears that threatened to spill.
She then cast an indifferent re at him. “So you deceived me. You were never dead, yet you didn’t
come to find me. Instead, you deliberately orchestrated an emotionally maniptive will just to witness
my misery? Just look at how easily I could be fooled. How foolish I am to not able to see through your
act!”
“No, Gwenny. I…”
Gwendolyn interjected, “Shut up! You don’t deserve to call me Gwenny. I thought you enjoy calling me
Ms. Harris?”
Cedrick’s heart sank when she reprimanded him. He held her hands and apologized, “I’m sorry. It was
my mistakest night. I should have been honest but hesitated. But I didn’t deceive you when I wrote
that will. Let me exin!”
“Do you honestly expect me to believe you now? Why did you choose to confess tonight? Is it because
you realized I saw through your acting and was on the verge of uncovering the truth? You have no
choice but toe clean, huh?” she retorted.
Cedrick was struck dumb for a moment, realizing she had partially guessed the truth.
Gwendolyn’s eyes wereced with a tinge of sarcasm as she saw the reaction on his face, knowing
that her guess was indeed correct. “I don’t care if you’re Maverick or Cedrick. I hate liars, especially
those who faked their deaths! This is too much!”
Cedrick looked up, trying to hold his tears. “I didn’t deceive your feelings. Can you please listen to me?”
“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to see you ever again!” She swung her hand away, turned around,
and was about to leave.
“Don’t go, Gwenny!” Cedrick caught up with her, wanting to embrace her from behind.
“Get lost!” she shouted, pping him lightly on the cheek, not exerting much force.
Hence, only a slight mark of redness appeared on Cedrick’s cheek.
Gwendolyn could not help but pause as she noticed that despite being pped, he was still smiling.
His dark eyes glistened, and he said in a soft voice, “Is one p sufficient to release your anger? If not,
feel free to continue striking me. I can endure the pain, don’t worry!”
Gwendolyn gave him a cold re, unable to decipher the game he was ying as his eyes revealed no
emotions.
Cedrick continued, “But you’ll hurt your hand if you hit me. Here, use this to whip me. Keep going until
you are happy.”
As he spoke, he reached behind his waist and pulled out a riding whip, offering it to her with a cating
gesture.
Gwendolyn refused to take the whip or offer any response to his words.
Despite Gwendolyn’s reluctance, Cedrick took matters into his own hands and forcefully ced the
handle of the whip in her grasp.
He then straightened his back, tilting his head with anticipation in his eyes, obediently awaiting the
punishment.
He had set aside his ego in front of her.
However, the more Gwendolyn looked at him, the angrier she became. She nced at the whip in her
hand and suddenly recalled what Nico had said earlier.
It was only now that she understood his intention. He has a mission to carry outter, yet he’s going
through all this trouble to ask for my forgiveness. He pretends to be aggrieved and afraid of pain, but at
the same time, he instructs Nico to remind me not to be too harsh with him. The act they put up is so
unprofessional. Does he think I’ll show him mercy because of that?
Gwendolyn thought it would be a waste of his effort if she did not whip him to her heart’s content.