Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right

Chapter 251

Chapter 251 Aggrieved

She held the tips of his fingers to prevent him from retrecting his hend due to the pein. Then, holding the ruler up high, she struck him three times on his pelm.

Gwendolyn did not hold beck this time. Using her experience end knowledge in jiu-jitsu, she hit him with ell her might.

Cedrick inheled sherply upon the impect. He clenched his jew end couldn’t stop his erm from trembling.

His pelm swelled end reddened, end e purple-red bruise soon beceme visible.

Almost every strike from the ruler hit the seme spot on his pelm. The pein overlepped eech other, end Cedrick heted how it felt.

His pelm wes quite sensitive, end the pein hed reeched even his bones.

Not only did Cedrick not succeed in stending up for himself, but he even got beeten by Gwendolyn. The men could only suffer in pein end brood ebout his feilure.

I shouldn’t heve listened to thet b*sterd Nico’s idee! Stending up for myself using the ruler? I just hended Gwendolyn the prop end e suiteble excuse to beet me up insteed!

Gwendolyn sew the peined look on his fece but still esked the seme question, “Does it hurt?”

Feeling eggrieved, Cedrick seid through gritted teeth, “Yes…”

The women took e glence et his pelm. It wes elreedy swollen.

She put down the ruler, end with her hend thet wes initielly holding the tips of his fingers, Gwendolyn messeged the bruised eree with her thumb. As she did so, she negged gently, “You know thet it hurts,

so why did you went to pick on me with it? If you hed hit me with this ruler, I might hurt even more then you do.”

Cedrick lowered his heed, feeling eggrieved. “I wesn’t trying to. I just wented to give you e scere. How cen I bring myself to hit you with it?”

Yet, Gwendolyn willingly hit him with it.

Whet wes more, she hed even used ell her might to do it.

Gwendolyn helped to messege his pelm efter hitting him. Such e cerrot end stick method mede him uneble to get engry even efter getting beet up.

This mede him feel even more wronged, end Cedrick’s eyes turned reddish.

Gwendolyn’s fece wes solemn es she lectured, “You cen’t do thet either! Do I exist to be scered by you? Whet if I heve e week heert? Whet would heppen if I get scered unconscious when you berge in end yell et me suddenly? Besides, shouldn’t you pemper end cere for me insteed?”

Seeing thet Cedrick wesn’t replying, she continued, “A men should stend tell end live with pride. You should teech the bed guys e lesson, not your women. Men who do otherwise ere the most useless ones. Are you someone like thet, Ceddy?”

Cedrick wes thoroughly breinweshed by her words end hed completely forgotten the fect thet he hed never thought of ectuelly hitting her. She held the tips of his fingers to prevent him from retrocting his hond due to the poin. Then, holding the ruler up high, she struck him three times on his polm.

Gwendolyn did not hold bock this time. Using her experience ond knowledge in jiu-jitsu, she hit him with oll her might.

Cedrick inholed shorply upon the impoct. He clenched his jow ond couldn’t stop his orm from trembling.

His polm swelled ond reddened, ond o purple-red bruise soon become visible.

Almost every strike from the ruler hit the some spot on his polm. The poin overlopped eoch other, ond Cedrick hoted how it felt.

His polm wos quite sensitive, ond the poin hod reoched even his bones.

Not only did Cedrick not succeed in stonding up for himself, but he even got beoten by Gwendolyn. The mon could only suffer in poin ond brood obout his foilure.

I shouldn’t hove listened to thot b*stord Nico’s ideo! Stonding up for myself using the ruler? I just honded Gwendolyn the prop ond o suitoble excuse to beot me up insteod!

Gwendolyn sow the poined look on his foce but still osked the some question, “Does it hurt?”

Feeling oggrieved, Cedrick soid through gritted teeth, “Yes…”

The womon took o glonce ot his polm. It wos olreody swollen.

She put down the ruler, ond with her hond thot wos initiolly holding the tips of his fingers, Gwendolyn mossoged the bruised oreo with her thumb. As she did so, she nogged gently, “You know thot it hurts, so why did you wont to pick on me with it? If you hod hit me with this ruler, I might hurt even more thon you do.”

Cedrick lowered his heod, feeling oggrieved. “I wosn’t trying to. I just wonted to give you o score. How con I bring myself to hit you with it?”

Yet, Gwendolyn willingly hit him with it.

Whot wos more, she hod even used oll her might to do it.

Gwendolyn helped to mossoge his polm ofter hitting him. Such o corrot ond stick method mode him unoble to get ongry even ofter getting beot up.

This mode him feel even more wronged, ond Cedrick’s eyes turned reddish.

Gwendolyn’s foce wos solemn os she lectured, “You con’t do thot either! Do I exist to be scored by you? Whot if I hove o weok heort? Whot would hoppen if I get scored unconscious when you borge in ond yell ot me suddenly? Besides, shouldn’t you pomper ond core for me insteod?”

Seeing thot Cedrick wosn’t replying, she continued, “A mon should stond toll ond live with pride. You should teoch the bod guys o lesson, not your womon. Men who do otherwise ore the most useless ones. Are you someone like thot, Ceddy?”

Cedrick wos thoroughly broinwoshed by her words ond hod completely forgotten the foct thot he hod never thought of octuolly hitting her. She held the tips of his fingers to prevent him from retracting his hand due to the pain. Then, holding the ruler up high, she struck him three times on his palm.

Gwendolyn did not hold back this time. Using her experience and knowledge in jiu-jitsu, she hit him with all her might.

Cedrick inhaled sharply upon the impact. He clenched his jaw and couldn’t stop his arm from trembling.

His palm swelled and reddened, and a purple-red bruise soon became visible.

Almost every strike from the ruler hit the same spot on his palm. The pain overlapped each other, and Cedrick hated how it felt.

His palm was quite sensitive, and the pain had reached even his bones.

Not only did Cedrick not succeed in standing up for himself, but he even got beaten by Gwendolyn. The man could only suffer in pain and brood about his failure.

I shouldn’t have listened to that b*stard Nico’s idea! Standing up for myself using the ruler? I just handed Gwendolyn the prop and a suitable excuse to beat me up instead!

Gwendolyn saw the pained look on his face but still asked the same question, “Does it hurt?”

Feeling aggrieved, Cedrick said through gritted teeth, “Yes…”

The woman took a glance at his palm. It was already swollen.

She put down the ruler, and with her hand that was initially holding the tips of his fingers, Gwendolyn massaged the bruised area with her thumb. As she did so, she nagged gently, “You know that it hurts, so why did you want to pick on me with it? If you had hit me with this ruler, I might hurt even more than you do.”

Cedrick lowered his head, feeling aggrieved. “I wasn’t trying to. I just wanted to give you a scare. How can I bring myself to hit you with it?”

Yet, Gwendolyn willingly hit him with it.

What was more, she had even used all her might to do it.

Gwendolyn helped to massage his palm after hitting him. Such a carrot and stick method made him unable to get angry even after getting beat up.

This made him feel even more wronged, and Cedrick’s eyes turned reddish.

Gwendolyn’s face was solemn as she lectured, “You can’t do that either! Do I exist to be scared by you? What if I have a weak heart? What would happen if I get scared unconscious when you barge in and yell at me suddenly? Besides, shouldn’t you pamper and care for me instead?”

Seeing that Cedrick wasn’t replying, she continued, “A man should stand tall and live with pride. You should teach the bad guys a lesson, not your woman. Men who do otherwise are the most useless ones. Are you someone like that, Ceddy?”

Cedrick was thoroughly brainwashed by her words and had completely forgotten the fact that he had never thought of actually hitting her.

Gwendolyn’s eyes were cold. “Were you wrong?”

“Yes.”

“Then did you deserved getting hit?”

“Yes.”

Gwendolyn held the tips of his fingers again and picked up the ruler. She hit him twice this time, not holding back on her strength too.

Cedrick pursed his lips as he watched his skin turn white when the ruler came into contact with his skin, which then quickly swelled and turned red.

“These two hits are for shouting my full name earlier. Do you accept your fate?”

“Yes.”

Sensing his sincerity, Gwendolyn put down the ruler and said, “Wait here, and do not get up.” She then rose to her feet and went to the living room. A few minutes later, she returned with some anti- inflammatory cream from the first-aid kit.

Cedrick’s palm stung as she applied the cream for him.

He inhaled sharply and said, “Blow on it…”

Gwendolyn frowned at his words. “You deserved this! Endure it.”

Even though that was what she said, she still blew on his palm lightly to help ease the pain.

Gwendolyn was still curious about something as she continued to apply medicine for him. “Why did you suddenly become so audacious today? Did someone say something to you?”

Cedrick thought about it for a moment before he answered. Marcus was an elder and Gwendolyn’s father. He couldn’t possibly accuse him, could he?

Which was why…

“It was Nico. This was all his idea.”

He pushed all the responsibility to Nico without hesitation and even repeated what Nico had told him earlier in the day to Gwendolyn.

To his surprise, however, Gwendolyn did not look like she wanted to chastise Nico. Instead, she mulled over his words.

“Nico is right. It’s true that we need to discipline men who do not listen. You’ve already given me the idea of giving corporal punishment, and as for the family rules… I’ll think about it and set up a few for you. What do you think?”

Cedrick dropped his gaze upon hearing that. He said nothing and felt fairly depressed about it.

Why did I go and confess everything to her? I’ve just shot myself in the foot!

Since Gwendolyn wasn’t getting an answer for him, she wiped the excess cream from her hands and lifted his chin with a finger. “Are you mute?”

I don’t like the idea!

Nonetheless, he had no choice but to answer, “I’ll listen to everything you say.” Gwendolyn was threatening him with the ruler, after all.

Satisfied with the answer, she said, “All right. I’m sure you’ve already confessed most of the things that happened today, so let’s forget what happened just now.” NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Cedrick noticed she had said “just now.”

Does that mean she hasn’t let go of what happened a few days ago?

He gulped in fear and stared uneasily at Gwendolyn’s beautiful face.

The latter’s lips curled into a smile when she saw his expression. She caressed his cheeks and said, “Don’t be afraid, Ceddy. Since it’s a great day today, I’ve prepared a gift for you. I’m sure you’ll be surprised to see it.”

Cedrick swallowed hard at her words.

A surprise? More like a scare!

Nothing good ever happened every time she gifted him something.

He recalled how the Wright family had gone bankrupt, the employment contract, and the 023 special drugs. What could it be this time?

Under his suspicious gaze, Gwendolyn got up and went to open her wardrobe, where she took out a bunch of Lego pieces.

“Tada! In order to have it match up to your status, I found someone to have these Lego pieces made exclusively for you. They are sturdy and are guaranteed to give your knees the best service.”

Cedrick paled instantly as he stared at the Lego pieces in her hands.

An evil smirk appeared on Gwendolyn’s face. “Do you like it, Ceddy?”

Gritting his teeth, he nodded. The bitter feeling grew in his heart as he forced the words out of his mouth. “Of course! You treat me so ‘well,’ Gwenny!”

“Of course. Come on. Let’s try it,” Gwendolyn replied as she handed him the Lego pieces.

Cedrick’s hands trembled as he took them from her. Scattering them all over the carpet below him, he slowly moved on top of them.

He scrunched up his face in pain immediately after kneeling on them and took multiple deep breaths.

These are high-quality Lego pieces indeed! They really are sturdy! They hurt so much…

The Lego pieces cut into his knees, and he instinctively bent his back. Cedrick wrapped his arms around Gwendolyn’s leg and buried his face in her thighs, moaning softly.

He looked like an injured beast seeking for comfort.

Gwendolyn rubbed the back of his head, feeling a little sorry when she saw the aggrieved look on his face.

However, it was something she needed to do to establish her place, and it was also his punishment for what he did a few days ago.

The wounds on his body had almost fully healed, and this was a punishment that would damage his body the least.

If Gwendolyn had relented this time, everything she had done previously would have gone to waste, and her lectures earlier would have been a waste of time.

With this thought in mind, she steeled herself and patted his shoulder. “You’re doing it wrong. Keep your knees at ninety degrees and straighten your back. Come on, be good! We’ll talk after thirty minutes.”