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Chapter 300 Who Is Pushing The Limits Now
After some time, Gwendolyn shook her wrist, trying to alleviate the soreness that had settled in. She
had never realized that taking a bath could be so exhausting.
She was alsopletely soaked even though Cedrick was supposed to be the one taking a bath.
Despite her frustration, Gwendolyn swallowed it down and assisted Cedrick in getting out of the
bathtub.
Once she dried the water from his body, she led him to the dry tiled floor and tossed the bathrobe at
him. “Put it on yourself!”
Cedrick stood still and refused to reach out to take the robe. The robe slipped from his face and fell to
the ground.
“I can’t move my arms, and my hands are in pain,” he uttered. I can’t dress myself!
Gwendolyn red at his feeble state and ground her teeth in frustration. She was about to explode in
rage. Who’s pushing the limits now, huh?
Confronted by Cedrick’s persistent self–pity and his attempts to push her limits, Gwendolyn gave him a
stern gaze. “You’ve got one minute to pick up your robe, put it on immediately, and fetch me a clean
one. If you dare to exceed the time limit, I’ll make sure you experience the consequences of the rules I
established before. And I might consider not feeding you medicine anymore!”
Cedrick swallowed the fluid lodged in his throat. His knees began to ache, and his hands throbbed with
increased pain. She might not want to feed me medicine anymore? No! I can’t ept that!
While cleaning herself, Gwendolyn started counting down. “You have fifty–eight seconds left!”
Cedrick’s body tensed up as he swiftly retrieved the robe, and deftly secured it around himself. He then
opened the door, slipped on his slippers, and hurried to the adjacent wardrobe to fetch a clean robe for
her.
“Ten, nine, eight…” Gwendolyn’s countdown echoed in the bathroom. She sounded like an emotionless
timekeeping machine.
As the countdown reached the final second, Cedrick urately hung the robe on the bathroom rack.
Gwendolyn nced at him and yfully remarked, “Well, it seems you do have the potential to meet
my expectations. Not bad, Ceddy!”
Cedrick kept mum.
Gwendolyn saw through all of Cedrick’s little schemes. In other words, none of his tricks worked.
Frustrated to the core, he forcefully mmed the bathroom door shut, releasing all his pent–up
annoyance onto it.
Gwendolyn gazed at the sulking man behind the closed door, sighing softly and wearing a smile tinged
with a touch of helplessness.
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Two dayster, Salinsburgh transitioned into winter. Gloomy clouds covered the sky, and rain started to
fall.
The cold wind, apanied by a light drizzle, caused the temperature to drop by approximately ten
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degrees Celsius.
People walking on the streets were shivering in the chilly weather.
The heavy iron gate of the high–security prison creaked open, releasing a deep, resonating sound.
Charles had changed out of his prison uniform and was now dressed in a neat yet lightweight white
shirt.
He clutched a ck bag tightly in his arms containing the few clothes he possessed during his time in
prison.
The prison guard observed as Charles moved at a sluggish pace and gently pushed him through the
iron. gate. “Now that you’ve been given parole, take this opportunity to turn over a new leaf!”
Charles stumbled, taking a few unsteady steps before abruptly raising his head to face the somber sky,
letting the frigid raindrops cascade down on his face.
His weary and weathered face gradually broke into a faint smile. Turn over a new leaf? Yes. This marks
the new beginning of my life!
Suddenly, a ck van emerged from the end of the road and pulled up in front of him.
William and Quinton got down, covering his mouth and forcefully pushing him into the back seat.
Charles let out a muffled groan as he mmed his knees harshly against the seat.
As he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of a pair of delicate high heels.
His heart filled with joy as he nced up and saw Gwendolyn seated beside him. They were separated
by a table.
On her exquisite and charming face, her eyes emitted a profound sense of indifference and disgust.
Charles held his knee and moved onto the seat. “It’s been over half a month since west met, and
you’re still as stunning as ever, Gwen. My heart skipped a beat when I saw you.”
Gwendolyn stifled her revulsion and got straight to the point, unwilling to entertain his nonsense.
“Where’s the medicine?”
“What medicine?”
Gwendolyn knitted her brows, exuding an icy aura.
She drew out a pistol, loaded it, and pressed it against his forehead. “Are you ying me? If I can get
you out of prison, I can send you back!”
She pressed the muzzle of the gun against Charles‘ head with force, causing his head to tilt slightly.
“Calm down, Gwen. I’ll keep my promise. We agreed that if you bailed me out, I’d provide you with the
antidote to help with his viral infection. But I don’t have it with me at the moment since I just came out
of prison.”
Gwendolyn kept the gun pointed at him, her voice aloof as she asked, “Where’s the medicine? Take me
there.”
Charles chuckled lightly. “I can’t do that. If I take you there, I’ll be revealing my trump card. I’m still
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hoping that you’ll marry me.”
His remarks made Elven and the other bodyguards feel ufortable. They wished they could beat
that despicable man to a pulp right away.
Gwendolyn looked away and kept mum for a moment. “What do you want?”
Charles nced at the drizzling rain outside the window, his eyes filled with indifference. “Do you have
a pen?”
Gwendolyn gave Elven a signal with her eyes.
Elven took out a pen from the pocket of his suit, found a piece of scrap paper in the car, and passed
them to Charles.
After taking the pen and paper, Charles wrote down a contact number. “I’ll contact you using this
number before tomorrow night. Follow my instructions ande to the designated location to collect
the antidote.”
Gwendolyn carefully scrutinized the number, her cold gaze revealing no emotions. “Don’t you dare y
any tricks. If you do, I swear you’ll suffer more than death!”
“I wouldn’t dare. As long as I can obtain what I desire, you’ll certainly get what you seek too, Gwen.” He
smiled, gently shoving the pistol aside.
Gwendolyn holstered her gun and passed it to Elven. “Where do you intend to go now? Are you
heading back to the Newton residence?”
Observing the surroundings with his serene deep blue eyes, Charles replied, “No. Just pull over on the
side of the road. I have some matters to attend to.”
Ezra, who was driving the car, stopped by the road. William and Quinton opened the door, grabbed his
cors, and were about to toss him out.
“Wait!” Charles stopped them.
Gwendolyn looked up, her face disying impatience. “What?”
Charles maintained his smile as if he was unbothered by her demeanor. “I don’t have any money on
me. I’d like to buy some warm clothes, have a decent meal, and perhaps get a pack of cigarettes.
Could you spare me some, Gwen?”
Suppressing her anger, Gwendolyn nced at Elven. “How much cash do you have with you?”
Elven checked the pockets in his suit and pants. “Five hundred.”
“Give it to him,” she said.
Elven reluctantly mmed a five hundred banknote on his chest. “Consider this as Ms. Gwendolyn’s
charity. Get lost!”
Charles remained unfazed, bowing his head to collect the money.
After he finished picking up the money, William and Quinton forcefully ejected him from the van and
mmed the door shut, and Ezra drove away.
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Quinton even spat out of the window in frustration. How dare he dream of marrying Ms. Gwendolyn.
He’s just chasing rainbows. Dream on, fool!
Gwendolyn did not stop him from overreacting.
Instead, she gazed at the rearview mirror, watching Charles standing motionless as the van drove
away. She turned to Elven and instructed, “Find two skilled individuals to follow him secretly. I want to
be informed of every location he visits.”