Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 227 I Can Take The Pain
The next day, Nico entered the CEO’s office at Jenson Group, his expression downtrodden.
Yesterday, he had visited all the racecourses in Salinsburgh and finally found a whip specifically designed for taming fierce and
wild horses.
After placing it on Jenson’s desk, he said, “This whip is quite rough in texture. Please handle it with care, Boss.”
Cedrick lapsed into thoughtful silence before keeping it away.
Nico, expressing his concern, reminded Jenson once again. “Boss, if Ms. Gwendolyn intends to whip you tonight, please don’t
put up a strong front. Instead, try to look aggrieved, scream in pain, and shed a few tears to invoke her sympathy.”
Cedrick nodded in response. His mind was occupied with thoughts on how to approach the conversation with Gwendolyn later
that evening.
Cedrick’s apparent lack of concern over his warning caused Nico to feel anxious.
However, upon reflection, he realized if Cedrick was not afraid of being physically harmed, why should he worry about him?
Meanwhile, Gwendolyn went about her usual routine at Angle Corporation, focusing on the preparations before work.
She remained busy throughout the day and nothing unusual happened. Before leaving work, she received the information Asher
had finished compiling and faxed it to her.
Gwendolyn printed all the documents and studied them closely. Her expression turned more and more icy as she went through
all the information.
The information showed that Cedrick did make a trip to Hawen a few months ago.
With no existing business connections between the Jenson family and Hawen, Gwendolyn struggled to find a plausible reason
for Cedrick’s visit, apart from the possibility of him undergoing plastic surgery. Does that mean Cedrick lied to me last night?
While she was contemplating, William knocked on her door and came in. “Ms. Gwendolyn, Nico just came by and said Mr.
Jenson would like to invite you to have dinner at the villa after work. He will personally cook for you. Would you like to go?”

“Sure,” Gwendolyn answered with a flinch.
Since it was difficult for her to investigate, she thought it would be better if she could test the waters directly.
After tidying up her desk, she stuffed the documents into her bag and grabbed her coat from the rack. She then glanced at
William and said, “It’s time to leave. Let’s go.”
William was taken aback but quickly caught up with her.
Upon arriving at the Jenson residence, Gwendolyn could not recall the winding paths in the Jenson residence. She had to get
Logan to guide her to Cedrick’s villa again.
As they reached the front of Cedrick’s villa, Nico and a few other bodyguards were already waiting for her at the door.
Seeing Gwendolyn walking over, Nico respectfully bowed slightly. “Ms. Gwendolyn, it’s been a while.”
“Not really. I saw you before I left Cedrick’s villa the last time I was here,” she replied.
Err...
Feeling awkward, Nico froze for a moment before diverting to another topic. “Please come in, Ms. Gwendolyn. Mr. Jenson is
waiting for you.”
Gwendolyn just looked away and walked into the villa alone.
Not long after she took a few steps forward, Nico whispered behind her, “Mr. Jenson has to attend an urgent mission tonight.
After dinner, he’ll need to leave the city for the operation. It’ll be a confrontation that involves real gunfire.”
“What do you mean?” Gwendolyn cast him a baffling glance.
Nico seemed frustrated, suppressing the urge to say more. He sighed silently and said, “It’s nothing. Please go inside.”
His words piqued Gwendolyn’s curiosity, but seeing that he was unwilling to provide further explanation, she decided not to press
him any further.
She continued walking alone to the villa. Just when she was about to knock on the door, she noticed the front door was slightly
ajar.

Gwendolyn gently pushed open the door, but before she could fully see the situation inside, someone emerged from behind,
grasping her wrist and pulling her in.
She found herself wrapped in a familiar and comforting embrace, and the person holding her tightly was trembling uncontrollably.
Gwendolyn could sense that he was anxious. “What are you doing, Mr. Jenson?”
Cedrick wore a thin silk shirt, his lips pressed tightly together, but he did not utter a word in response.
After releasing her from his arms, he staggered backward, his knees slowly sinking, and his back straightened as he knelt before
her.
That familiar action struck a chord within her, and in an instant, realization washed over her. Her eyes welled up with tears,
turning red. “Maverick.”
Her words came out as a statement and not a question.
“That’s right. That’s me.” Cedrick did not press his voice intentionally.
Cedrick noticed the shimmering teardrops in her glistening eyes, his heart constricted with pain.
Gwendolyn looked up to rein in the tears that threatened to spill.
She then cast an indifferent glare at him. “So you deceived me. You were never dead, yet you didn’t come to find me. Instead,
you deliberately orchestrated an emotionally manipulative will just to witness my misery? Just look at how easily I could be
fooled. How foolish I am to not able to see through your act!”
“No, Gwenny. I...”
Gwendolyn interjected, “Shut up! You don’t deserve to call me Gwenny. I thought you enjoy calling me Ms. Harris?”
Cedrick’s heart sank when she reprimanded him. He held her hands and apologized, “I’m sorry. It was my mistake last night. I
should have been honest but hesitated. But I didn’t deceive you when I wrote that will. Let me explain!”
“Do you honestly expect me to believe you now? Why did you choose to confess tonight? Is it because you realized I saw
through your acting and was on the verge of uncovering the truth? You have no choice but to come clean, huh?” she retorted.

Cedrick was struck dumb for a moment, realizing she had partially guessed the truth.
Gwendolyn’s eyes were laced with a tinge of sarcasm as she saw the reaction on his face, knowing that her guess was indeed
correct. “I don’t care if you’re Maverick or Cedrick. I hate liars, especially those who faked their deaths! This is too much!”
Cedrick looked up, trying to hold his tears. “I didn’t deceive your feelings. Can you please listen to me?”
“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to see you ever again!” She swung her hand away, turned around, and was about to leave.
“Don’t go, Gwenny!” Cedrick caught up with her, wanting to embrace her from behind.
“Get lost!” she shouted, slapping him lightly on the cheek, not exerting much force.
Hence, only a slight mark of redness appeared on Cedrick’s cheek.
Gwendolyn could not help but pause as she noticed that despite being slapped, he was still smiling.
His dark eyes glistened, and he said in a soft voice, “Is one slap sufficient to release your anger? If not, feel free to continue
striking me. I can endure the pain, don’t worry!”
Gwendolyn gave him a cold glare, unable to decipher the game he was playing as his eyes revealed no emotions.
Cedrick continued, “But you’ll hurt your hand if you hit me. Here, use this to whip me. Keep going until you are happy.”
As he spoke, he reached behind his waist and pulled out a riding whip, offering it to her with a placating gesture.
Gwendolyn refused to take the whip or offer any response to his words.
Despite Gwendolyn’s reluctance, Cedrick took matters into his own hands and forcefully placed the handle of the whip in her
grasp.
He then straightened his back, tilting his head with anticipation in his eyes, obediently awaiting the punishment.
He had set aside his ego in front of her.
However, the more Gwendolyn looked at him, the angrier she became. She glanced at the whip in her hand and suddenly
recalled what Nico had said earlier.

It was only now that she understood his intention. He has a mission to carry out later, yet he’s going through all this trouble to
ask for my forgiveness. He pretends to be aggrieved and afraid of pain, but at the same time, he instructs Nico to remind me not
to be too harsh with him. The act they put up is so unprofessional. Does he think I’ll show him mercy because of that?
Gwendolyn thought it would be a waste of his effort if she did not whip him to her heart’s content.