Chapter 260


    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 nket. 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 nket before retreating from the room with a humble bow.


    Treyton nced at the bare bed and shed a helpless smile. After getting the spare bedsheet and


    nket from the cab, 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 exined 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,st night


    you imed to be capable of doing three hundred push–ups with one hand, but you stopped after


    doing one hundred push–ups.”


    Is he weak because we have been having sex too much recently? I can’t let that happen. I must buy


    more tonics to mak it up to him!


    Cedrick stared at her in shock.


    Is she saying I’m weak because I only did one hundred push–ups? Seriously?


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


    with him as he had always been proud of his sexual prowess.


    His manly ego had suffered a huge blow.


    A tumultuous storm seemed to brew within him, akin to massive waves disrupting the tranquility of a


    once-sereneke. The intensity of his anger surged, surpassing even the power of a nuclear explosion


    upon the vast expanse of the ocean.


    “Gwendolyn, I’ll show you how capable I am!”


    “Ceddy! Ced…”


    Gwendolyn struggled but to no avail.


    It was toote to regret her actions.


    Treyton was roused from his slumber by the enticing aroma wafting through the open window.


    It smells like fried egg. Is Jennifer cooking in the kitchen?


    He got up and changed into a suit before making his way downstairs slowly.


    In the kitchen, a figure could be seen flitting in and out. A spread of warm milk, toast, fried eggs, and an


    assortment of fruits were already served on the table.


    Jennifer emerged from the kitchen, carrying two bowls of oatmeal. She looked up and locked eyes with


    Treyton.


    “Good morning, Mr. Harris.” She ced the bowls on the table and pulled a chair out for him. “I’m not


    sure if my cooking is to your taste. Please try it.”


    Treyton was nning on having breakfast at Marcus‘ ce. After all, Jennifer was still a stranger to


    him, and he held reservations about unfamiliar people. However, the sight of Jennifer’s genuine smile


    inexplicably drew him toward her,pelling him to approach and take a seat beside her.


    The oatmeal was yummy, and the fried egg was just nice. He found her cooking surprisingly delicious.


    “You don’t have to do this. If you n on staying here for some time, I can arrange for two maids to


    take care of you.”


    Jennifer parted her lips in surprise. “No need, 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 here.”


    Impressed by her sincerity and determination, Treyton chose not to say anything further. It was clear


    that she was a self–reliant youngdy.


    After breakfast, Treyton settled on the couch to read the papers instead of heading out immediately as


    usual.


    Jennifer cleared up the kitchen and was ready to head out when he asked, “Are you going to Barner for


    a magazine cover shoot today?”


    “Yes. How do you know?” Jennifer came to a stop, holding her bag meekly.


    Treyton ced the papers away. “I checked your schedule a while ago. Come, let me give you a ride.”


    “Huh? Oh, you don’t have to do that, Mr. Harris. I can walk down the hill myself. My manager will pick


    me up in his car at the foot of the hillter.”


    Treyton got to his feet. He looked gentle, while his voice possessed a charming and soothing quality.


    “I’ll‘


    be leaving 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 offered kindly.


    “Oh? Well, thank you, Mr. Harris.”


    Mount Tranquil was of considerable size, with a winding path leading down the mountain. If Jennifer


    were to walk, it would take her at least an hour to reach the base.


    At the foot of the mountain, Jennifer got out of the car and gave Treyton another bow. “Thank you for


    the ride, Mr. Harris. Will youe back for dinner tonight? I can prepare dinner for you in advance. I’ll


    feel bad if I cannot repay your favor.”


    Treyton watched as she started bowing once more and revealed à cautious and vignt attitude. The


    aura of detachment that surrounded her seemed akin to a protective barrier she had created for


    herself.


    He knitted his brows. I told her I would drop her off as it was conveniently along my route, so there was


    no need for her to be overly polite.


    However, he struggled to find the right words to express his 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 her, knowing that she was innocent and had been hurt by the actions of a scoundrel.


    “Okay. You can cook if you want. I might be at work until past seven in the evening.”


    “Okay. Goodbye, Mr. Harris!” She gave him yet another bow.


    Treyton said nothing as he wound up the car window.


    From the passenger seat, Elisha cast a cautious nce in his direction.


    “Mr. Harris, you need to head to the embassyter this afternoon, right? Can you make it back home by


    seven–thirty?”


    Treyton had forgotten all about that. “Tell them I’m busy at night. They should either hold the event in


    advance or change the date.”


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    Why won’t he tell Ms. Weller that he won’t make it back in time for dinner instead?


    Elisha stole a nce at the rearview mirror, observing Jennifer standing by the side of the road. A


    yful grin crept onto his face as he covered his lips. “It seems Ms. Weller holds a special ce in your


    heart, Mr. Harris,” he remarked.


    Treyton nced back at Elisha and responded calmly, “She is Kiddo’s best friend and has been


    supportive of Kiddo during their time at the orphanage. I am simply showing kindness to her because of


    how well she has treated Kiddo.”


    “Oh, I see” Elisha nodded thoughtfully.


    After Treyton’s departure, Jennifer swiftly got into her manager’s car. Unbeknownst to her, a figure


    vanished in the blink of an eye from the corner opposite her.


    Back at Jenson Group, Nico approached the CEO’s office and rapped on the door, clutching a file


    containing data in his hands.


    He came into the office to see his employer spacing out and staring at his right hand.


    “Boss, what are you looking at?”


    Cedrick didn’t see the need to deceive him and admitted, “Lately, I’ve been experiencing a peculiar


    sensation in my body. It feels like my strength is diminishing with each passing day.”


    “What?” Nico put down the file and sat down across from him.


    He began observing his skin color and mental state carefully.


    “Have you had sex with Ms. Gwendolyn recently?”


    “We did it once the night before, oncest night, and once this morning.”


    Nico gulped. Wow, they are so into each other!


    His eyes widened in astonishment as he noticed the dark circles under Cedrick’s eyes, a clear sign of


    sleep deprivation. “Boss, are you exhausted? Is it because Ms. Gwendolyn has been draining your


    energy?”