Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 253 Learning To Use Him
The soft glow of the table lamp filled the bedroom with an enchanting ambiance.
Gwendolyn was trying her best to get her mind back. Once the opportunity presented itself, she nimbly turned over to put her
elbows against his collarbones and stopped him from coming any closer to her.
She was still heaving from his earlier punishment, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
When Cedrick received her icy glare, he frowned as his eyes reddened. He looked miserable as he said, “Gwenny, are you trying
to suffocate me to death?”
It was Gwendolyn’s first time seeing him so helpless, and her heart skipped a beat.
“Gwenny...”
After a few seconds of hesitation, Gwendolyn was defeated by his meticulous acting and whining. “Turn off the lights! And you’re
not allowed to leave hickeys on my neck!”
Cedrick grinned in delight and swiftly turned off the light on the bedside table.
The moonlight filtered through the curtains and cast a soft blanket of silver on the bed, concealing the traces of love left in the
room.
It was a night of passion.
Soon, the sun rose.
Gwendolyn was in a deep slumber that night, and she woke from Cedrick’s kissing.
When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of a certain man beside her. His head was resting on his hand as he
propped himself up with his elbow. His seductive lips were curled into a smile as he stared at her with his dark eyes.
“How was your sleep last night?”
Gwendolyn gave him a glance before turning around to continue sleeping. “I’m exhausted. Sleepy.”
Cedrick then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer until her head was resting on the crook of his elbow.

She did not struggle out of his grasp and soon dozed off.
He drank in the sight of her as he trailed his bony finger down her button nose.
Her being in his life brought him bliss, and he would never forget the days he had with her.
Even if he were to sacrifice himself in the future, he would die without regrets.
Tickled by his touch, Gwendolyn frowned and muttered, “What are you doing?”
Cedrick leaned toward her ear and solemnly whispered, “Gwenny, why don’t we come up with some rules?”
“Rules?” she mumbled sleepily.
“Yes. From now on, I’ll listen to everything you say in private, but I hope you’ll do as I say as much as possible in public. Is that
okay?”
Gwendolyn was quiet for a while.
Dignity was important to men, let alone someone on the top of the pyramid, like Cedrick. He had subordinates, and he could not
afford to be challenged in public.
Thus, she could understand his desire to have her pretend to be his trophy wife in public.
“All right.”
Cedrick merrily kissed her forehead. “Then how much longer do you plan on staying in bed? Didn’t you say you wanted to deal
with Jennifer’s trending topic today?”
“Oh, right! The trending topic!”
Gwendolyn sobered up immediately and scrambled to look for her phone.
She had been so preoccupied with her time with Cedrick that she had forgotten to charge her phone. Her battery was already
waning the night before, and by the next morning, it had switched off.
It took her a few minutes of charging before the phone finally powered back up.
Right as it switched on, the notifications of missed calls flooded her screen.

When she scrolled downward, she realized most of the calls were from Joanne, though there were some missed calls from Elven
as well.
Did something happen to Jennifer for Elven to call me so many times?
At that thought, Gwendolyn gave him a call.
“Ms. Harris, you’re finally on your phone! The reporters have swarmed the hospital, insisting on an interview with Ms. Weller.
Ezra and the hospital guards have gone to block off the entrance, but I don’t know how much longer they can hold the crowd
back!”
Gwendolyn’s expression turned somber. “How is Jennifer right now? Can she be interviewed, given her current mental state?”
Elven spared a glance at the ward and said, “I don’t think she’s that mentally stable right now. Moreover, reporters can be sharp
with their words. They might poke her where it hurts.”
“All right, I got it. I’ll be there in a minute.”
After ending the call, Gwendolyn rose to her feet, only to have her legs tremble and buckle underneath her. She had to hold onto
the headboard of the bed to regain her balance.
Cedrick had been too rough with her the night before.
He had been punishing her for half the night, and before she could catch a wink, the sun came up.
On the other hand, Cedrick’s cheeks were rosy, and he looked rejuvenated.
I guess this is what they mean when they said there are fundamental differences in men’s and women’s strengths.
By the time Gwendolyn recomposed herself, Cedrick wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“You’re heading out?”
“Mhm.”
“Breakfast before leaving?”
“No, I need to wash up as quickly as possible and take a trip to the hospital,” she replied as she swiftly changed her clothes.

Cedrick did not stop her, but he asked, “Do you need my help?”
“No, it’s just something minor.”
Turning around, she then headed toward the door. Cedrick pulled her into his arms and lifted her chin to make her look into his
eyes.
“Gwenny, you’re not alone anymore. You should start learning how to use your man.”
He placed emphasis on the word “use” as a wicked grin grew on his lips.
It was a loaded term.
Gwendolyn’s face reddened, but she pretended as though she had no idea what he was talking about. “I got it. If there’s
something I’m having trouble with, I’ll come to you.”
Cedrick nodded in satisfaction.
Without him stopping her, she proceeded to wash up and put on some light makeup before heading out.
All entrances of the hospital were crowded with reporters because of the hospitalized Jennifer.
Gwendolyn drove into the parking lot. As the place had tighter security, there were only a few reporters who were loitering
around the exit.
Jennifer looked far better than the day before, but she still looked pale and haggard.
“Take a look at this.”
Gwendolyn passed her the phone to show her the apology essay that Walter had posted on his social media account.
The more Jennifer read, the redder her eyes became. Soon, she dissolved into tears.
Jennifer was Gwendolyn’s only friend in Fairlake’s orphanage, and she could not help but feel terrible to see Jennifer’s tears.
“Jennifer, not only is this douchebag Cloudage Entertainment’s current ace, but he also comes from a prominent family. A mere
cheating incident won’t crush him to death. Moreover, there are many netizens online who are fans of his face, and plenty are

happy to clear his name. We’ll have to come up with something better if we want to kick him out of the entertainment industry for
good.”
As Gwendolyn passed her friend the tissue box, she continued, “But of course, as long as this is something you want, I’ll do my
best to make him and Lisa pay ten times the price of what they’ve done to you.”
“No, it’s fine.” Jennifer wiped her tears away. Though her eyes were swollen, the look in them was a determined one.
“Gwendolyn, you’ve helped me out a lot, and I can’t trouble you anymore. Let me do this myself. I want to experience the thrill of
avenging myself.”
Jennifer was livid after reading Walter’s apology post.
After all, the man’s words dripped with mockery. Though it seemed like an apology post on the surface, it cleverly shifted the
blame to Jennifer, insinuating that the problem lay with her and that pursuing one’s true love wasn’t inherently wrong.
In other words, everything he wrote was rubbish.
“I’m glad to see that you’ve managed to keep your chin up.” Gwendolyn combed the woman’s hair with her fingers. “From now
on, you’re Angle’s ace. I hope you’ll be able to become the best actress of the year. When that happens, Walter will realize that
he’s stupid enough to have given up on the best woman he could ever have and that Lisa is nothing compared to you!”
“Thank you, Gwendolyn.”
Jennifer hugged Gwendolyn, gratitude surging within her.
The former did not have any parents, and the only lucky thing in her life was her encounter with Gwendolyn.
“The reporters have swarmed the hospital. This isn’t a good place for you to stay. Why don’t I get you another place to stay so
that you can rest well and return to the battlefield with renewed vigor? Sound good?”
Jennifer shook her head, however. “I won’t run away this time. Let the reporters come, Gwendolyn. I’ll take all their harsh
questions head-on, for I want Walter and Lisa to kneel before me in public one day!”