Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 545

Chapter 545 A Troublesome Daughter

His words were purely self-comforting.

After all, Gwendolyn couldn't possibly give him a response since she had lost all control after having another manic episode.

After giving it some thought, Cedrick decided to try his luck again. “How about this? Darling, I won't unlock your handcuffs, but I'll remove the towel from your mouth so you can bite me a few times to vent your frustration. That doesn't count as breaking the rules, right?”

As he spoke, he lowered his head to examine his body, trying to find the least conspicuous spot where he could be bitten.

In the end, his gaze settled on the soft flesh under his arm.

After careful consideration, he approached Gwendolyn once again and reached out to remove the towel from her mouth.

However, as soon as he removed the towel, his gaze was drawn to a line of words on the towel.

The words written on it were: Cedrick Jenson, how dare you take the towel from my mouth? Once I regain my sanity tomorrow, you're done for! Now hurry up and put it back in! You've got some nerve trying to let me bite you to vent my anger. If I find any teeth marks on you tomorrow, you're finished! I will run away to a place where you can never find me. You can forget about seeing me again for the rest of your life!

Cedrick was left speechless when he was done reading.

I can't believe she was able to calculate my every move so accurately... She's really a sharp one, huh?

With that thought in mind, he sat on the edge of the bed, feeling deflated and helpless, knowing he couldn't be of any help. All he could do was watch and fret over what he could do to make things better.

He couldn't bear it any longer when he saw how the bloodstains on Gwendolyn's once fair wrists and feet became increasingly prominent and grotesque.

Determined to alleviate her pain, he reluctantly took out a potent sedative and injected it into her arm, gently pushing the medication in.

As the entire vial of sedative was emptied into her bloodstream, Gwendolyn's struggles became increasingly subdued until she finally settled down.

Heartbroken, Cedrick caressed her face softly, wishing he could bear all her suffering in her place.

After wallowing in his sadness for a while, he swiftly found the key to the handcuffs and leg shackles in the drawer of the bedside table.

The key was placed there in advance by Gwendolyn. She had a habit of keeping small keys hidden under the bedside lamp or in the drawer, thinking that he didn't know about it.

After freeing her from the restraints, Cedrick slid one hand under her knees and the other around her shoulder before carrying her downstairs to the garage and driving to the laboratory for an IV drip.

In the study of Treyton's villa, Jennifer felt as if she had just blinked a few times, and half an hour had already slipped by.

I guess time always seems to pass quickly when one is fully engrossed in something, huh?

She had only memorized half of the content that Treyton would be testing her on that night when she saw him enter the room to check on her.

Thinking that she would leave her fate to luck, she submitted herself to the man's quiz session.

When Treyton noticed how she was fidgeting nervously, he decided not to make things too difficult for her and chose some relatively simple Anglandurn words for her to recite.

“Can you tell me the definition for the word 'well-meaning'?”

“Huh?”

Jennifer was caught off guard by the question and said, “Mr. Treyton, I haven't had the time to study Anglandurn tonight. I was only focusing on text comprehension. Can you test me for that instead?”

Looking like a man who was educating his daughter, Treyton let out a deep sigh.

Adhering to the firm belief that strictness was necessary for success, he remained unmoved. With a deadpan expression, he uttered, “Even though you didn't study Anglandurn that I'm testing you on tonight, you studied it last night. I saw you flipped through this page.”

Jennifer fell silent at that.

Treyton reiterated patiently, deliberately pronouncing the word slowly, allowing her to break it down. “I'll ask again. What does 'well-meaning' mean?”

Jennifer's mind went blank.

For some reason, her mind was filled with the text comprehension questions she had reviewed earlier. I haven't the slightest clue what that Anglandurn word means!

Faced with Treyton's gaze, she could only muster up the courage and guessed, “Uh... does it mean to be a good person?”

Treyton felt relieved when he heard that. “It's somewhat close in meaning. Let me give you a hint. It's an adjective.”

“Does it mean... to have good intentions?”

Treyton smiled and ruffled Jennifer's hair. “That's right. I'll continue with the next one. Since it's getting late, I'll only ask you ten Anglandurn words. Pay close attention to my grammar, okay?”

The punishment for answering incorrectly is just hitting my palm? I'm already an adult, so how can a punishment that's supposed to be used on disobedient children be applied to me?

Slap! Slap!