Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 268 Full Of Himself

The sky outside the window had turned pitch black.

A desk lamp inside the bedroom remained lit, casting a dim yellow light.

The back of Cedrick’s head faced the lamp, causing his face to be unclear and hidden in the shadows.

Nonetheless, Gwendolyn could sense his scorching gaze. She sat upright and slipped out of his arm.

Cupping his cheeks with her hands, she uttered with utter seriousness, “Ceddy, I once thought I could

let go of my love for you without hesitation, but ever since I almost lost you, I’ve fully understood

my feelings. I love you deeply the same way you love me. No matter how many times you ask this

question in the future, my answer will stay the same. I love you.”

They locked gazes, and tears welled up in their eyes at the same time.

Cedrick suppressed his urge to cry and held her in his embrace so tightly that his arms trembled. My

Gwenny said she loves me deeply too.

Although he would’ve preferred her to say she didn’t love him this time, hearing her speak so earnestly

filled him with overwhelming emotion. I’m contented for life, having listened to this.

Sensing his tension, she gently patted his back to comfort him.

The hug lasted a long time, to the extent that Gwendolyn thought Cedrick had fallen asleep before he

finally let go of her.

“It’s getting late. Let’s rest early.”

“Huh?” Gwendolyn was a little taken aback. He’s going to sleep at half–past nine? Did he come back

just to get a hug?

Amidst her bafflement, Cedrick had already slipped under the covers.

For some reason, she found his behavior to be strange that night.

Gwendolyn followed suit, lying in the crook of his arm. She asked in a teasing tone, “Ceddy, we haven’t

seen each other for several days. Now that you’re finally back tonight, shouldn’t we have a pre–sleep

massage session?”

He shut his eyes, wearing a cold and indifferent expression that clearly indicated he was abstaining

that night. He also didn’t respond to her question.

Gwendolyn felt frustrated. He’s acting so cold toward me upon returning after we’ve not seen each

other for so many days? He doesn’t even have the desire to be intimate with me. Have I lost my

charm?

As if to prove her doubts wrong, Gwendolyn slid her hand under the covers into his robe, gently teasing

his abs and chest muscles.

Cedrick’s breath began to quicken under her teasing. He frowned, caught her hands, and coaxed her,

“Be good and stop fooling around. Let’s sleep,”

Gwendolyn pouted, feeling a little angry.

She puffed out her cheeks, causing her to resemble a small pufferfish.

“Ceddy, you haven’t even kissed me since you came back, and you’re going to sleep so early. Are you

planning to become a monk and renounce all earthly desires?” She confronted him blatantly.

Gwendolyn complained softly while overtly enticing him with her seductive looks.

Cedrick closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

As if he had braced himself to make a huge decision, his dark gaze turned impassive when he opened

his eyes. “Gwendolyn, let’s call off our engagement.”

“Mm?” It took her a long while to understand his meaning. “What did you say?”

Moreover, he addressed her as Gwendolyn, not Gwenny.

His magnetic voice was even laced with a hint of estrangement.

*She immediately furrowed her brows and abruptly sat up on the bed, staring at him frostily. Then,

seemingly uncertain of what she heard, Gwendolyn uttered, “Say that again.”

Cedrick didn’t get up. Instead, he shrunk his shoulders under the covers, and his long eyelashes

fluttered slightly, “I said, let’s break up.”

He spoke in a nonchalant voice, but Gwendolyn felt heart–wrenching pain spreading throughout her

body.

“Why?” She didn’t understand why he seemed somewhat estranged upon returning this time. She also

found it impossible to figure out what he was thinking.

“Perhaps I’m getting tired of this.” His voice sounded muffled as he covered his face with the blanket.

His! words had an undertone of nervousness amidst the distance.

Gwendolyn was genuinely enraged. “Get up!”

She grabbed his ear, tugging him upward and pulling him out of the covers. “Cedrick, look at me and

say that again!”

Cedrick’s face tightened with discomfort. His eyes darted around as he tried to avoid her gaze, but he

occasionally stole glances at her.

Gwendolyn’s eyes reddened with anger, and her face was filled with wrath. “Calling off the

engagement, breaking up, and getting tired of our relationship. Are you serious about all of that? Tell

me!”

She practically shouted toward the end of her sentence.

Startled by her outburst, Cedrick lost his momentum. “Y–Yes…”

“Bullsh*t! Look at me when you speak!”

Gwendolyn pinched his jaw, forcing him to meet her gaze.

Exploding with rage, she bore her eyes into his. “Cedrick, I suggest you think carefully before

answering, This is the last chance I’m giving you. If you lose it, I will never forgive no matter what

reason you give in the future. Never!”

Her chest heaved in a fit of temper, and tears involuntarily brimmed in her eyes.

Under the dim light, her eyes shone like stars, but she stubbornly refused to let her

tears fall.

An expression filled with anger and grievances, disbelief intertwined with doubt, spread across her

face. Gedrick’s words had apparently hurt her.

Cedrick looked into her eyes.

He couldn’t bear to see her upset or crying. As a result, seeing her current mien caused his heart to

flutter in confusion.

“Talk to me! Have you gone mute?”

“I…” Facing her wrath, his resolution instantly wavered. “I’m not sure. Let me reconsider. I’m tired. Let’s

sleep.”

He broke free from her restraint and returned to the comfort of the blanket. He even turned over,

*showing her his back as he slept.

Gwendolyn’s fury intensified as she stared at him, feigning to be asleep. He still wants to reconsider?

What is there to reconsider? Whether or not he wants to stay in a relationship with me? Are all men

jerks, after all? They don’t appreciate the things they assume they already have.

She was not adept at expressing her affection, and that was the first time she had told him that she

loved him, yet he had already got so full of himself.

He not only didn’t value the chance she gave him but also unbelievably demanded a breakup, said he

was tired of their relationship and wanted to reconsider things.

That was also the first time he turned his back on her, distancing himself from her, and slept at the

edge of the bed as if she carried some sort of plague.

Does he think he can take me for granted just because I love him? What does he think I am? Am I just

someone he can summon and dismiss at will? Does he really think I, Gwendolyn Shalders Harris, am a

pushover?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, her rage almost consuming her rationale.

“Cedrick, you ungrateful b*stard!” She lifted her leg and booted his firm buttocks.

Caught off guard and with little strength left in him, he fell off the bed, letting out a muffled

groan.

He rolled on the carpet before struggling to sit up.

Cedrick swiftly wiped away the agonized expression on his face when he lowered his head.

Gwendolyn was stunned. She instinctively wanted to reach out and help him up, clearly not expecting

she could kick him off the bed so easily.

However, she stopped herself halfway through and quietly retracted her arms.

The entire bedroom was carpeted with flannel, so even if he fell, the impact would be cushioned.

Hence, Gwendolyn figured it wouldn’t hurt that much.

Besides, judging by how despicable he behaved that night, she even had the urge to beat him to death.

Kicking him was already considered letting him off easy.

She snorted coldly and sat cross–legged at the edge of the bed. She crossed her arms in indignation

and

looked down at him from her perch. This insolent b*stard! “Get up and kneel.”

Cedrick tried to support himself with his hands on his knees, but he was too weak. He couldn’t even

straighten his back or knees.

Fearing Gwendolyn would notice something was amiss, he mimicked her posture and casually sat

cross- legged on the carpet, wearing a look of defiant aloofness on his countenance.

She stared at him in astonishment. “Cedrick! You’re not obedient at all!”