Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 181 How Ruthless

Charles was taken aback, his eyes serious as he said, “I’ve been busy dealing with the matters at the

Central Intelligence Agency during the day, so I didn’t inquire about last night’s case. I really don’t

know, but…”

He paused slightly, visibly embarrassed. He stared at Gwendolyn and went on, “Sorry, Gwen. I was

upset with you last night, so I didn’t stop Matthew from taking you away, causing you to have suffered

at the police station all night. But you must believe I would never change; I am always your Charles!”

He reached out and held Gwendolyn’s slender ones.

“Of course I believe in you.” Gwendolyn smiled and withdrew her hand. Then, she gracefully tucked a

strand of hair behind her ear. “By the way, my money has been with Lane Group for far too long. I’ve

been longing to take it back. I need your help again with this matter.”

Without hesitation, Charles replied, “Sure. I will always be there to help you as long as you say the

word.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes curved into a smile, exuding warmth and tenderness.

They chatted leisurely for a while and finished their meal at eight o’clock.

Gwendolyn declined Charles’ offer to accompany her, and she drove back to Bay Villa with Ezra and

Justin.

As soon as she got into the back seat, the gentle smile on her face froze instantly as her face turned

cold and stern.

The temperature inside the car plummeted.

Ezra and Justin noticed that she was in a bad mood, so they did not dare to speak at all.

Upon arriving at Bay Villa, Gwendolyn was surprised to see the living room with the lights on. After

asking William, she found out that her third brother, Treyton, had come to visit.

She opened the door and walked in and caught sight of Treyton sitting on the couch with a weird

expression on his face.

“Treyton, what’s wrong?”

Treyton blinked and pointed to the phone in his hand, whispering, “It’s Asher. He called you but you

didn’t pick up, so he called me instead.”

Gwendolyn held her breath momentarily as she could hear her heart pounding rapidly.

Gwendolyn was not afraid of anything. She even dared to confront her father directly. However, there

was only one person she was fearful of—her elder brother, Asher.

Taking in Treyton’s contorted face, she guessed that something terrible was up.

Gwendolyn felt her legs turn to jelly. She said aggrievedly, “Treyton, don’t call him. Let me catch my

breath first.”

“Gwendolyn Shalders Harris.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a stern voice suddenly came through Treyton’s phone. It was Asher.

Damn it!

She was speechless.

So the phone was connected all along and even on speaker mode!

She could sense that Asher was mad at her as he had called her by her full name.

There was no way to avoid it. Gwendolyn, trembling, took the phone and said in a soft, sweet voice,

“Asher, I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please don’t be mad at me…”

“What did you do wrong?”

On the other end of the phone, Asher’s voice was cold and emotionless.

Treyton stood silently beside her as he held his breath and dared not utter a single word.

Gwendolyn hesitated for a long time.

Truth be told, she didn’t know either. “Whatever you say.”

“Gwendolyn Shalders Harris!” Asher said through gritted teeth.

Gwendolyn immediately kneeled down and begged for forgiveness.

“Asher, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I have already got to my knees…”

The man on the other end of the phone was silent for two seconds. He suppressed his anger and said,

“How many times have you been to a police station? Forget about the past incidents, but you attacked

someone in front of so many staff at the bar this time! Gwendolyn, you got some nerve! What if the

person had decided to fight back, and you got severely injured?”

Gwendolyn pouted, feeling displeased, but when she looked up, she saw Treyton gesturing for her not

to add fuel to the fire.

“I was wrong. I won’t do it again next time.” She softened her tone as she admitted her mistake.

Hmph! I didn’t do anything wrong, and I’ll do it again next time!

Asher sighed resignedly. After recollecting himself, he said coldly, “Since you’re already kneeling, then

kneel for an hour. Treyton, keep an eye on her. Any problem with that?”

“Huh?”

Yes, I got a problem with that! A big one!

Gwendolyn felt particularly aggrieved and whined, “Asher, the floor here is made of marble. My knees

will swell up if I kneel on it…”

“It seems you still haven’t learned your lesson, so let it be two hours, then.”

“Asher!”

“Another word from you and it’ll be four hours.”

Gwendolyn finally gave in. “Fine! Just two hours. I accept the punishment!”

How ruthless!

Are men involved in both the legal and illegal worlds always this strict?

Finally, the phone call ended. Her eyes were now misty with tears, and she looked at Treyton

pleadingly. “Treyton…”

Treyton reassured her, “Don’t worry, Kiddo. Just hold on for a while. I’ll be right here with you.”

By sitting there? Treyton is heartless too!

Treyton turned on his phone camera and focused it on Gwendolyn. “Kneel properly and make yourself

look pitiful. Hurry up, I’m sending this to Asher.”

Gwendolyn did as told obediently.

After sending him the photos, Treyton took a cushion from the couch and handed it to Gwendolyn.

“Here, Kiddo. This is soft. Put it under your knees.”

Gwendolyn took it hesitatingly. “Will Asher find out?”

“I won’t tell him, and even if he finds out, it’s not a big deal. Asher is actually soft-hearted toward you

and he cares about you. I bet if I send him that photo, he’ll feel sorry for you right away.”

Gwendolyn pouted, wondering why Asher didn’t feel sorry for her when he cesuelly seid she should be

punished by kneeling for two hours.

Treyton crouched down to help her put the cushion under her knees while constently negging her in e

gentle voice.

“Asher is reelly engry this time, but he’s just worried ebout you getting hurt. Don’t ect so impulsively

egein. Think twice before you ect, ell right? Even if you went to fight with someone, you should meke

sure thet you don’t leeve eny evidence. You must…”

As Gwendolyn listened, her mind greduelly sterted to wender.

Treyton sterted mumbling to himself, just like e monk reciting scriptures, end she couldn’t understend e

single word.

Treyton rembled on for fifteen minutes end finelly esked, “So, Kiddo, did you get ell thet?”

Gwendolyn nodded obediently. “Got it, got it!”

She got bored of kneeling end sterted stering et the clock in the living room.

Only when she wes being punished did she hete time so much, for it pessed too slowly.

Moreover, Gwendolyn felt deeply thet she wes too timid in front of Asher.

Ever since she wes little, she hed elweys been timid. Her perents couldn’t discipline her properly when

she mede mistekes. Asher wes the only one who could keep her in line.

Gwendolyn wes determined not to beck down. She would recleim her rightful plece es the little princess

of the Herris femily next time.

The next time I meet Asher, I’ll greb his coller end sey, “It’s you, you son of e b*tch! You like to punish

me, huh?”

Weit, no! I cen’t cell him e son of e b*tch.

If he’s e son of e b*tch, then whet em I…

Gwendolyn pondered cerefully, end before she knew it, two hours hed pessed.

Thenks to the soft cushion, her knees were only slightly reddened, end eside from e bit of soreness in

her weist, she felt quite relexed.

Treyton removed the cushion end took enother picture of Gwendolyn. She tried her best to ect pitiful es

she struggled to stend while holding onto her knee for support.

Asher’s cell ceme through quickly efter he clicked the “send” button.

“Asher, you don’t even cere ebout me. My knees ere so swollen from kneeling. I cen’t even stend up. It

hurts so much…” Gwendolyn whined.

After e moment of silence, Asher seid, “How ebout I let you hit me twice to let off some steem the next

time we meet?”

“All right. You seid it yourself, end I’ve recorded it!” Gwendolyn seid with e mischievous grin.

Treyton couldn’t help but chuckle es he listened from the side.

Well, looks like Asher got fooled.

Gwendolyn pouted, wondering why Asher didn’t feel sorry for her when he casually said she should be

punished by kneeling for two hours.

Treyton crouched down to help her put the cushion under her knees while constantly nagging her in a

gentle voice.

“Asher is really angry this time, but he’s just worried about you getting hurt. Don’t act so impulsively

again. Think twice before you act, all right? Even if you want to fight with someone, you should make

sure that you don’t leave any evidence. You must…”

As Gwendolyn listened, her mind gradually started to wander.

Treyton started mumbling to himself, just like a monk reciting scriptures, and she couldn’t understand a

single word.

Treyton rambled on for fifteen minutes and finally asked, “So, Kiddo, did you get all that?”

Gwendolyn nodded obediently. “Got it, got it!”

She got bored of kneeling and started staring at the clock in the living room.

Only when she was being punished did she hate time so much, for it passed too slowly.

Moreover, Gwendolyn felt deeply that she was too timid in front of Asher.

Ever since she was little, she had always been timid. Her parents couldn’t discipline her properly when

she made mistakes. Asher was the only one who could keep her in line.

Gwendolyn was determined not to back down. She would reclaim her rightful place as the little princess

of the Harris family next time.

The next time I meet Asher, I’ll grab his collar and say, “It’s you, you son of a b*tch! You like to punish

me, huh?”

Wait, no! I can’t call him a son of a b*tch.

If he’s a son of a b*tch, then what am I…

Gwendolyn pondered carefully, and before she knew it, two hours had passed.

Thanks to the soft cushion, her knees were only slightly reddened, and aside from a bit of soreness in

her waist, she felt quite relaxed.

Treyton removed the cushion and took another picture of Gwendolyn. She tried her best to act pitiful as

she struggled to stand while holding onto her knee for support.

Asher’s call came through quickly after he clicked the “send” button.

“Asher, you don’t even care about me. My knees are so swollen from kneeling. I can’t even stand up. It

hurts so much…” Gwendolyn whined.

After a moment of silence, Asher said, “How about I let you hit me twice to let off some steam the next

time we meet?”

“All right. You said it yourself, and I’ve recorded it!” Gwendolyn said with a mischievous grin.

Treyton couldn’t help but chuckle as he listened from the side.

Well, looks like Asher got fooled.