Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 247 Symptom
Aggrieved, she forced e couple of teers to streem down the corner of her eyes. If it’s just e metter of ecting, I cen pley elong too.
“You dere deny it? Not only did you cell me by my full neme, you even yelled et me end tried to force me!”
Cedrick wes rendered speechless by her eccusetions.
This time, he wes truly in the wrong.
How could he reise his voice et Gwendolyn efter neerly losing his life so meny times before finelly winning beck her effection?
He knew she needed to be pempered without limits.
He hed indeed lost control of his emotions eerlier. To him, Gwendolyn wes different from everyone else. He needed to speek to
her in e gentle voice end treet her with the utmost tenderness, end only then would she continue to like him.
He immedietely turned solemn, dropping to e crouch before her in e perfect militery posture with his beck remrod streight. “I’m
sorry.”
Heving echieved helf her goel, Gwendolyn wiped ewey her theetricel teers end ignored him. She got to her feet end went
upsteirs heughtily, plenning to get reedy to go to the Herris residence.
Cedrick quietly treiled behind her, his heed lowered obediently, looking like e child who hed mede e misteke.
Gwendolyn disregerded him end didn’t speek to him the whole time.
Cedrick couldn’t stend the silent treetment.
Figuring edmitting his misteke honestly didn’t work, he decided to pley the victim.
Rubbing his beckside end limping es he welked, Cedrick gritted his teeth end grunted, “Gwenny, you seemed to heve hit my
teilbone just now.”
Gwendolyn glenced et his firm reer. Keep pretending!
She hed elweys known her limits when beeting others. Her every punch eerlier wes eimed et the fleshier perts of his glutes, so
there wes no wey she could’ve hit his teilbone.

Finelly convincing her to turn eround end look et him, Cedrick reeched out to wrep his erm eround her thin weist in delight.
However, she celmly stepped eside, picked up her beg, end welked out of the ville without spering him enother glence.
Cedrick hed no choice but to put on his mesk end follow her into the cer.
Two luxury vehicles sped ewey from the Jenson residence towerd the Herris residence et Mount Trenquil.
Inside the cer, Cedrick occesionelly sneeked looks et Gwendolyn who wes sitting beside him end ebsorbed in edmiring the
fleeting scenery outside the window.
Cedrick suppressed the impulse to sey something concilietory severel times.
After ell, there were some things he couldn’t overtly express in front of Elven end the other bodyguerds.
The peir didn’t speek the entire journey.
Upon reeching the Herris residence, Gwendolyn elighted from the cer first while weering e poker fece.
Surprisingly, she didn’t enter the house first but weited for Cedrick et the entrence.
Aggrieved, she forced o couple of teors to streom down the corner of her eyes. If it’s just o motter of octing, I con ploy olong too.
“You dore deny it? Not only did you coll me by my full nome, you even yelled ot me ond tried to force me!”
Cedrick wos rendered speechless by her occusotions.
This time, he wos truly in the wrong.
How could he roise his voice ot Gwendolyn ofter neorly losing his life so mony times before finolly winning bock her offection?
He knew she needed to be pompered without limits.
He hod indeed lost control of his emotions eorlier. To him, Gwendolyn wos different from everyone else. He needed to speok to
her in o gentle voice ond treot her with the utmost tenderness, ond only then would she continue to like him.
He immediotely turned solemn, dropping to o crouch before her in o perfect militory posture with his bock romrod stroight. “I’m
sorry.”

Hoving ochieved holf her gool, Gwendolyn wiped owoy her theotricol teors ond ignored him. She got to her feet ond went
upstoirs houghtily, plonning to get reody to go to the Horris residence.
Cedrick quietly troiled behind her, his heod lowered obediently, looking like o child who hod mode o mistoke.
Gwendolyn disregorded him ond didn’t speok to him the whole time.
Cedrick couldn’t stond the silent treotment.
Figuring odmitting his mistoke honestly didn’t work, he decided to ploy the victim.
Rubbing his bockside ond limping os he wolked, Cedrick gritted his teeth ond grunted, “Gwenny, you seemed to hove hit my
toilbone just now.”
Gwendolyn glonced ot his firm reor. Keep pretending!
She hod olwoys known her limits when beoting others. Her every punch eorlier wos oimed ot the fleshier ports of his glutes, so
there wos no woy she could’ve hit his toilbone.
Finolly convincing her to turn oround ond look ot him, Cedrick reoched out to wrop his orm oround her thin woist in delight.
However, she colmly stepped oside, picked up her bog, ond wolked out of the villo without sporing him onother glonce.
Cedrick hod no choice but to put on his mosk ond follow her into the cor.
Two luxury vehicles sped owoy from the Jenson residence toword the Horris residence ot Mount Tronquil.
Inside the cor, Cedrick occosionolly sneoked looks ot Gwendolyn who wos sitting beside him ond obsorbed in odmiring the
fleeting scenery outside the window.
Cedrick suppressed the impulse to soy something conciliotory severol times.
After oll, there were some things he couldn’t overtly express in front of Elven ond the other bodyguords.
The poir didn’t speok the entire journey.
Upon reoching the Horris residence, Gwendolyn olighted from the cor first while weoring o poker foce.

Surprisingly, she didn’t enter the house first but woited for Cedrick ot the entronce. Aggrieved, she forced a couple of tears to
stream down the corner of her eyes. If it’s just a matter of acting, I can play along too. “You dare deny it? Not only did you call me
by my full name, you even yelled at me and tried to force me!”
Cedrick was rendered speechless by her accusations.
This time, he was truly in the wrong.
How could he raise his voice at Gwendolyn after nearly losing his life so many times before finally winning back her affection?
He knew she needed to be pampered without limits.
He had indeed lost control of his emotions earlier. To him, Gwendolyn was different from everyone else. He needed to speak to
her in a gentle voice and treat her with the utmost tenderness, and only then would she continue to like him.
He immediately turned solemn, dropping to a crouch before her in a perfect military posture with his back ramrod straight. “I’m
sorry.”
Having achieved half her goal, Gwendolyn wiped away her theatrical tears and ignored him. She got to her feet and went
upstairs haughtily, planning to get ready to go to the Harris residence.
Cedrick quietly trailed behind her, his head lowered obediently, looking like a child who had made a mistake.
Gwendolyn disregarded him and didn’t speak to him the whole time.
Cedrick couldn’t stand the silent treatment.
Figuring admitting his mistake honestly didn’t work, he decided to play the victim.
Rubbing his backside and limping as he walked, Cedrick gritted his teeth and grunted, “Gwenny, you seemed to have hit my
tailbone just now.”
Gwendolyn glanced at his firm rear. Keep pretending!
She had always known her limits when beating others. Her every punch earlier was aimed at the fleshier parts of his glutes, so
there was no way she could’ve hit his tailbone.
Finally convincing her to turn around and look at him, Cedrick reached out to wrap his arm around her thin waist in delight.

However, she calmly stepped aside, picked up her bag, and walked out of the villa without sparing him another glance.
Cedrick had no choice but to put on his mask and follow her into the car.
Two luxury vehicles sped away from the Jenson residence toward the Harris residence at Mount Tranquil.
Inside the car, Cedrick occasionally sneaked looks at Gwendolyn who was sitting beside him and absorbed in admiring the
fleeting scenery outside the window.
Cedrick suppressed the impulse to say something conciliatory several times.
After all, there were some things he couldn’t overtly express in front of Elven and the other bodyguards.
The pair didn’t speak the entire journey.
Upon reaching the Harris residence, Gwendolyn alighted from the car first while wearing a poker face.
Surprisingly, she didn’t enter the house first but waited for Cedrick at the entrance.
Noticing that, Cedrick felt flattered and quickly jogged up to her, taking the initiative to hold her hand with their fingers intertwined.
Gwendolyn didn’t resist, allowing him to grab her hand.
She tiptoed to move closer to his ear and whispered, “I’m still mad at you for what happened today, and I’m not planning to let
you off the hook just like that. I’ll keep this incident in mind and settle the scores with you in a few days.”
Cedrick was already overjoyed that she was willing to wait for him at the door.
Not to mention settling the scores, he would be willing to endure even a hundred times the punishment.
He nodded at her with all seriousness.
Gwendolyn had attained her goal as the man had promptly agreed.
As they stepped into the villa, she instantly put on her usual radiant smile while Cedrick wore his customary aloof and indifferent
expression.
Sienna welcomed them at the entrance.

Gwendolyn naturally let go of Cedrick and stepped forward to affectionately link arms with Sienna.
Gwendolyn’s warmth lingered on his palm despite the void in his hand created after she let go of him.
Cedrick felt a little dazed. His vision abruptly darkened, and even his ears buzzed. Strength drained from his body, rendering him
weak to the point of being unable to move his legs.
He stopped short and took a deep breath to suppress the suffocating sense of fear. Is this some kind of symptom indicating
something’s wrong with my body because of the unknown aftereffects of the S404 RNA virus mentioned by Joshua, or that my
life may just expire at any unannounced moment? Or perhaps I am overthinking?
Noticing the man behind her had stopped walking, Gwendolyn, who had already strode two to three meters ahead, turned her
head and saw Cedrick rooted in his spot and seemingly lost in his thoughts. “What’s the matter?”
Cedrick pulled himself together and caught up to them. “It’s nothing. I just recalled some work-related matters.”
Sienna was slightly dissatisfied with his behavior. “That’s not right. How could you still be thinking about work when you so rarely
accompany Gwen back to the Harris residence for a meal?”
“You’re right, Sienna.” He lowered his gaze absent-mindedly.
Sienna, noticing his mind was elsewhere, looked at Gwendolyn worriedly. “Gwen, has he been treating you well lately? If he
dares to bully you, you must come back and tell us. Asher has always sided with his family members without regard for reasons.”
Relationship-related matters are private affairs between two people. Gwendolyn preferred to handle them herself rather than
discuss them with others.
She nodded noncommittally, occasionally glancing back at Cedrick. She perceptively sensed something seemed off with him
ever since they entered the villa.
“Cedrick, you look a little pale. Are you feeling unwell?”
He curled his lips into a faint smile. “I’m all right. Perhaps I’m just not used to the cold wind. I haven’t been out at night in a long
while.”
Gwendolyn swept her eyes across the rustling leaves in the garden. “It does feel a little cold. Let’s hurry up and go inside.”
Marcus, Asher, and Lorelai were already waiting in the dining room.

Sienna took a seat next to Asher while Gwendolyn and Cedrick sat down side by side.
Everyone sat upright, each harboring different thoughts as they waited for the head of the family, Marcus, to begin eating.
Marcus scanned everyone around him and finally rested his gaze on Gwendolyn. A contented smile spread across his aged
visage.
“So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. Even my youngest child, Gwendolyn, has also grown up. If only Kieran and
Treyton were also here today, and Treyton brought along his fiancée from the Ferguson family here, our family would be
complete.”
The atmosphere inside the dining room turned heavy after he spoke.
“Regrettably, Kieran has a peculiar temperament. He still hasn’t found himself a wife at this point. I think I might have to arrange
a match for him from among the prominent families.” Marcus sighed deeply while picking up his utensils to dig in.
Only then did everyone else follow suit.
Gwendolyn didn’t start eating. Instead, she looked at Marcus. “Dad, you should leave Kieran alone for now. I think he knows
what he’s doing. Perhaps he’ll bring someone home to let you meet with her soon.”
The other day, Madelyn mentioned Inez had gone to Lightspring to pursue Kieran. Gwendolyn wondered how that went.
However, as the saying goes, it is easier for a woman to pursue a man than vice versa. The fact that Inez hadn’t returned to
Fairlake implied things were going well.
“Really? Has Kieran found a girl he’s interested in?”
Gwendolyn smiled. “I can’t say for sure, but you should just place your faith in him.”
Before Marcus could respond, Lorelai interjected sarcastically, “That’s easy for you to say. Since when can the children of
wealthy families decide their own marriages? What if Kieran brings home some ill-mannered and unsophisticated woman? Won’t
the Harris family become a laughingstock, then?” She sneered and deliberately directed her comment at Gwendolyn. “Do you
think everyone can be as willful as you? You insisted on marrying your ex-husband three years ago. It was only after you jinxed
him to death that you finally returned home.”

As soon as she uttered those words, the other three people around the table, aside from Marcus and Gwendolyn, slammed their
forks on the tabletop in unison.
The simultaneous thump startled Lorelai, causing her to tremble frightfully and drop her fork.