“A burly man like Nico can’t possibly take good care of me. I want you, Gwenny…” he said in a somewhat childish and adorable voice.
Gwendolyn had to suppress her urge to laugh as she pushed his head away. “That simply won’t do. I left all of my luggage back at the Harris residence, so I need to head back.”
The next thing she knew, Cedrick sat bolt upright and gave Nico a call.
“I want you to go shopping at the mall tomorrow. Gwenny wears size S clothes and size thirty-four shoes. Oh, and buy all the pretty-looking jewelry you can find. I want all the closets in the villa filled with clothes, you hear me?” he said before hanging up the phone.
Cedrick then buried himself in Gwendolyn’s chest once again while she was still stunned.
Despite being a tall and sturdy man, he was so weak and vulnerable while injured that Gwendolyn could easily pin him down if she wanted to.
Unbeknownst to her, Cedrick’s lips had curled into a gleeful grin.
Don’t even think about leaving after moving in with me!
Oblivious to his scheme, Gwendolyn was still thinking about the instructions he gave Nico earlier and asked curiously, “How did you know that I wear size S clothes?”
“By hugging you.”
Um, okay… Fair enough, I guess. I’m skinny, so anyone could easily figure that out if they put some effort into it. However…
Gwendolyn’s expression slid into a frown as she pressed on, “What about my shoe size, then?”
Cedrick fell silent the moment he heard that.
Oh, sh*t! Did I just expose myself there?
Gwendolyn figured he was probably trying to come up with an excuse when she saw him go silent.
This guy… He’s definitely up to something!
She then extended her slender fingers and pinched his face really hard.
“Ouch!” Cedrick winced from the pain and exclaimed, “Don’t hurt me! I’m injured, remember?”
Why does she always bully me in my most vulnerable moments?
Gwendolyn ignored his protests and asked, “Be honest with me! Since when did you find out about my shoe size?”
“You got drunk at The Honey Bee, so I carried you to a hotel and spent the entire night looking after you. I helped clean your face and wash your legs. The other time was when you got drunk at the Jenson residence. That’s all!” Cedrick replied.
He found her soft and smooth feet to be incredibly adorable, so he decided to measure them with his hands.
To Cedrick’s surprise, Gwendolyn’s feet were smaller than his palms.
Gwendolyn’s face went red when she heard that, and she instinctively curled her toes as well.
I can’t believe Cedrick secretly washed my feet while I was unconscious! This is so awkward!
She then exerted more force in pinching Cedrick’s cheek, causing him to grimace and yell in pain once again.
“Be honest, Cedrick! What other perverted stuff have you done to my feet? Do you have some sort of strange kink or something?”
Cedrick felt speechless when he heard that.
Huh? What kink? I’m starting to think Gwendolyn is the weird one here!
He was about to explain himself, but Gwendolyn stopped him for fear of hearing something she couldn’t accept.
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