Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right
Chapter 215

Chapter 215

Chapter 215 Congratulations

As much as Elven felt sympathy for her, he still had to drag her back to reality. “Please return to yoursenses, Ms. Harris. Mr. Wright is gone. His ashes are buried in Fairlake’s cemetery. You visited himcountless times over the past six months. Don’t you remember?”

Gwendolyn froze while self-doubt settled on her countenance.

“Please stop torturing yourself, Ms. Harris. Mr. Wright’s never coming back, so just let it go. Your eyeswere just playing tricks on you!” While speaking, he resisted the urge to sob.

He’s right. Why would someone who’s been dead for half a year show up here? I must’ve gone mad…Tears welled in Gwendolyn’s eyes as she clutched her heart. This hurts so much… I feel like I’msuffocating.

Affected by her sorrow, Elven teared up too. “You’re drunk, Ms. Harris. Let’s go. William and the othershave booked hotel rooms for us. Let’s return early to rest.”

Gwendolyn slumped weakly like a deflated balloon after getting her hopes up for nothing.

After what happened, she was no longer in the mood to stay at the gathering. Thus, she took upElven’s suggestion and returned to the hotel.

Just as they headed downstairs, Nico stepped out of another elevator and casually ambled into the VIProom furthest down the corridor.

Upon arriving at her hotel room, Gwendolyn entered the bathroom and turned the water flow setting tomax.

The water was scalding, but she felt cold because her heart had gone numb.

She hoped the shower would help her pull herself together as her tears joined the hot water.

In her mind, she kept telling herself that Maverick had died for her and would never return.

Standing outside Gwendolyn’s room, William and Ezra were still wondering about the expression shehad when she returned. “Wasn’t Ms. Harris’ mood still stable when she attended the gathering? Whydid she look like that when she came back? What happened?”

Elven sighed. “She got drunk and saw someone with a similar figure to Mr. Wright, which reminded herof her loss.”

The others sighed in unison upon hearing that.

The next day, when Gwendolyn woke up, she had regained her senses.

After setting her terrible mood from yesterday aside, she returned to the Harris residence.

The ancestor of the Harris family had bought the entire Mount Tranquil, located on Salinsburgh’soutskirts. Thus, the humongous Harris residence was surrounded by nature and had an incredible viewof the area all year round.

Gwendolyn’s uncles, Gideon and Hector, lived in buildings located halfway up the mountain. Even so,she ignored them and drove straight to Marcus’ residence at the top.

Leif, the Harris family’s butler, was already waiting for her at the villa entrance.

Upon witnessing her arrival, he swiftly approached her vehicle and opened the door for her. “You’refinally back, Ms. Gwendolyn. Mr. Marcus missed you. He’s waiting for you in his study.”

“Okay. Thanks for your hard work, Leif,” replied Gwendolyn.

Her words flattered him. “It’s nothing, Ms. Gwendolyn.” Then he turned and noticed the bodyguardsweren’t carrying anything. “Why didn’t you bring any luggage with you, Ms. Gwendolyn?”

She responded, “I’m only here to visit my father. I’m not staying.” Too many awful people are livinghere. I doubt I’ll be able to sleep at night.

Just as she arrived at the door, she heard someone descending the stairs in high heels.

It was Lorelai, wearing a limited-edition, skin-tight, yellow dress and delicate makeup. Every step shetook was graceful.

She seemed more like Gwendolyn’s sister than her stepmother, as she was thirty years old and tookgreat care of her skin.

Gwendolyn peered at Lorelai coldly when the latter made eye contact with her. Seconds later, shelooked away and headed upstairs.

Displeased, Lorelai furrowed her eyebrows and blocked Gwendolyn’s path. “You’re not even going togreet me? It seems like you’ve forgotten your manners in the years you weren’t around, Ms. Harris. Ishould’ve expected nothing less from someone who spent years in an orphanage.”

Instead of being provoked, Gwendolyn grinned. “You really think you’re the lady of the house afterstaying here for a long time, huh? Do you really think you’re worthy of my respect?”

Glaring at Gwendolyn viciously, Lorelai gritted her teeth. “Why not? I’m technically your mother!”

Gwendolyn tutted arrogantly. “Don’t you feel disgusted calling yourself my mother, even though you’reonly three years older than me?”

Then, she whispered next to Lorelai’s ear. “You should cherish your current wealthy life. After all, I’ll beinheriting all the Harris family’s assets while you’ll be getting kicked out.”

“You!” exclaimed Lorelai furiously. Even though it has been years, she’s still as arrogant as before! Iwant to tear her mouth apart!

Suddenly, a thought entered her mind, calming her down.

She smiled smugly. “I should congratulate you. You see, Old Mr. Jenson paid us a visit last night, andyour father has agreed to his marriage proposal. You’re getting married again.”

“What?” Gwendolyn’s expression shifted. “My father engaged me to someone? How can he do thiswithout asking me about it?”

Lorelai lifted her chin haughtily. “You should ask him that yourself.”

With a scowl, Gwendolyn bolted to the study instead of arguing with Lorelai.

Lorelai was delighted to see that.

I heard the eldest grandson of the Jenson family is a cruel man with a temper. Old Mr. Jenson triedforcing women to his bed, but they all left the room unconscious, carried out by others. Some of themeven have injuries on their bodies. I bet he has a habit of torturing women. Additionally, his face is saidto have been ruined on the battlefield, turning him hideous. Covering her mouth, she snickered. It’ll besatisfying to see that little b*tch marry a man like that!

In a jubilant mood, she strolled into the kitchen to see if her food was ready.

Gwendolyn’s rage built up during her short journey to the study.

Before she could utter any questions, she saw the white-bearded, weathered-face Marcus in awheelchair.

When he saw her, tears of joy welled in his eyes. “Come over here, Honey. Let me take a look at you.Did you get thinner?”

A complex range of emotions surged within Gwendolyn as she moved to squat next to his wheelchair.“What’s wrong with your legs, Dad? I remember you doing fine before I left.”

Marcus smiled. “I’m an old man now, Gwendolyn. It’s normal for me to have issues with my body. Imissed you every day. Now that you’re back, can you stay in the Harris residence and keep mecompany?”

Gwendolyn’s heart wrenched at his words while she massaged his legs. “Okay, I’ll stay here, but notoften. You know Lorelai and I don’t get along with each other.”

“She’s your stepmother.”

“She is not! If you bring it up again, I’ll get angry!”

“Okay, okay, I won’t do it again.” Gazing at her lovingly, he touched her face with his wrinkled hand.

He proceeded to ask her about how she had been doing.

Both of them conversed harmoniously.

Suddenly, Gwendolyn recalled the matter Lorelai mentioned. “Earlier, that woman told me you engagedme to someone. Is that true?”

Well, since she already knows about it… Marcus answered, “Yes, it’s true. Last night, Old Mr. Jensoncame asking about it, and I agreed to it. His eldest grandson, Cedrick Jenson, is a pretty good man. Ilike him. He…”

Not a single praise Marcus had for Cedrick entered her ears.

In fact, she fell into a deep thought. Cedrick! Why is it him again? Did I piss someone off? Why doeshis name keep showing up around me? I hate it!