The Ex and Her Riches
Chapter 545 A Troublesome Daughter

Chapter 545 A Troublesome Daughter

His words were purely self-comforting

After all. Gwendolyn couldn’t possibly give him a response since she had lost all control after havinganother manic episode.

After giving it some thought. Cedrick decided to try his luck again. “How about this? Darling. I won’tunlock your handcuffs, but I’ll remove the towel from your mouth so you can bite me a few times to ventyour frustration. That doesn’t count as breaking the rules, right?”

As he spoke, he lowered his head to examine his body, trying to replace the least conspicuous spot wherehe could be bitten.

In the end, his gaze settled on the soft flesh under his arm.

After careful consideration, he approached Gwendolyn once again and reached out to remove thetowel from her mouth.

However, as soon as he removed the towel, his gaze was drawn to a line of words on the towel.

The words written on it were: Cedrick Jenson, how dare you take the towel from my mouth? Once Iregain my sanity tomorrow, you’re done for! Now hurry up and put it back in! You’ve got some nervetrying to let me bite you to vent my anger. If I replace any teeth marks on you tomorrow, you’re finished! Iwill run away to a place where you can never replace me. You can forget about seeing me again for therest of your life!

Cedrick was left speechless when he was done reading.

I can’t believe she was able to calculate my every move so accurately…. She’s really a sharp one,huh?

With that thought in mind, he sat on the edge of the bed, feeling deflated and helpless, knowing hecouldn’t be of any help. All he could do was watch and fret over what he could do to make things better.

He couldn’t bear it any longer when he saw how the bloodstains on Gwendolyn’s once fair wrists andfeet became increasingly prominent and grotesque.

Determined to alleviate her pain, he reluctantly took out a potent sedative and injected it into her arm,gently pushing the medication in.

As the entire vial of sedative was emptied into her bloodstream, Gwendolyn’s struggles becameincreasingly subdued until she finally settled down.

Heartbroken, Cedrick caressed her face softly, wishing he could bear all her suffering in her place.

After wallowing in his sadness for a while, he swiftly found the key to the handcuffs and leg shackles inthe drawer of the bedside table.

The key was placed there in advance by Gwendolyn. She had a habit of keeping small keys hiddenunder the bedside lamp or in the drawer, thinking that he didn’t know about it.

After freeing her from the restraints, Cedrick slid one hand under her knees and the other around hershoulder before carrying her downstairs to the garage and driving to the laboratory for an IV drip.

In the study of Treyton’s villa, Jennifer felt as if she had just blinked a few times, and half an hour hadalready slipped by.

I mean quickly when one a fully engross in something huk

She had only memorized half of the content that Treyton would be testing her on that night when shesai him enter the room to check on her

Thinking that she would leave her fare to fuck, she submitted herself to the man’s quir session

When Treyton noticed how she was ndgeting nervously, he decided not to make things too difficult forher and chose some relatively simple Anglandurn words for her to recite

“Can you tell me the definition for the word ‘well mesing?”

Jennifer was caught off guard by the question and said, “Mr. Treyton. I haven’t had the time to stailyAnglandurn tonight. I was only focusing on text comprehension. Can you test me for that instead?”

Looking like a man who was educating his daughter, Teyton let out a deep sigh

Adhering to the firm belief that strictness was necessary for success, he remained unmoved With adeadpan expression, he uttered, “Even though you didn’t study Anglandurn that I’m resting you ontonight, you studied it last night. I saw you flipped through this page”

Jennifer fell silent at that.

Treyton reiterated patiently, deliberately pronouncing the word slowly, allowing her to break it down. “Tilask again. What does ‘well-meaning mean?”

Jennifer’s mind went blank.

For some reason, her mind was filled with the text comprehension questions she had reviewed earlier.7 haven’t the slightest clue what that Anglandurn word means

Faced with Treyton’s gaze, she could only muster up the courage and guessed. “Uh.. does it mean tobe a good person?”

Treyton felt relieved when he heard that “It’s somewhat close in meaning. Let me give you a hint. It’s anadjective.”

“Does it mean.. to have good intentions?”

Treyton smiled and ruffled Jennifer’s hair. “That’s right. I’ll continue with the next one. Since it’s gettinglate, I’ll only ask you ten Anglandurn words. Pay close attention to my grammar, okay?”

Jennifer nodded.

After ten minutes of quizzing, Treyton’s face grew increasingly grim.

He had thought that getting the first answer right was a good start.

Little did he know that that was just a stroke of luck for Jennifer

As the vocabulary became more challenging, she struggled to even make educated guesses, let aloneanswer the questions correctly.

“You got nine out of ten words wrong. It seems like you didn’t study at all yesterday. You probablystayed in the study all night just to avoid sharing the same bed with me, didn’t you? You must haveslept the entire night, huh?”

Caught red-handed, Jennifer felt rather embarrassed and didn’t know how to explain herself.

As a deep sense of frustration and heartache washed over Treyton, he couldn’t help but feeloverwhelmed by her coldness toward him, especially after losing her memories of their relationship.

Nonetheless, he was aware of the part he played that led to this outcome.

As such, he could only suppress his sorrowful thoughts and solemnly proceeded with the punishment.

“Jennifer, give me your left hand.”

Confused, Jennifer spread her palm and extended her hand.

Treyton grasped her delicate fingertips firmly and pronounced in a deep voice, “Since you got ninewrong tonight, you will receive nine strikes as punishment. I hope you’ll remember this lesson well.”

“Huh?”

The punishment for answering incorrectly is just hitting my palm? I’m already an adult, so how can apunishment that’s supposed to be used on disobedient children be applied to me?

Just as the thought crossed her mind, Treyton raised his hand and struck her palm repeatedly.

Slap! Slap!

Their palms met, producing a crisp sound.

As each strike landed, Jennifer realized that her palm still stung with fiery pain despite thinking itwouldn’t hurt much since he only used his hand.

“Mr. Treyton, it hurts. Please go easier on me.”

She tried to pull her hand back, but Treyton had a firm grip on her. In the end, she could only watch asher palm kept getting slapped.

Even though it pained him to punish her, he still said sternly, “From now on, if you can’t recite properly,1 will use my hand to discipline you. You can consider it as my way of sharing the pain with you sinceit’s my failure to supervise and guide you.”

Hearing that, Jennifer stopped struggling.

It didn’t take long for all nine strikes to land.

By then, both their palms had reddened considerably.

Treyton didn’t actually hit her hard. He had used a special technique for the remaining strikes, makingthem sound loud but redirecting the force onto his own palm instead. In reality, the pain he felt wasmuch stronger than what Jennifer experienced.

He simply wanted to teach Jennifer a lesson and didn’t actually intend to punish her severely.

Once the punishment had been dished out, he lifted her hand and massaged her hot palm gently.

“Does it hurt?”

Jennifer furrowed her brow indignantly and said. “Yeah, it hurts. Does it hurt for you, too, Mr. Treytin

Treyton bent down and kissed her palm softly. “No, it doesn’t. If it hurts for you, be a good girl and studydiligently next time. Do your best to reach your goals and work hard to succeed in this year’spostgraduate entrance examination, all right?”

His tender action made Jennifer’s heart flutter slightly, and she nodded. “Got it. I’ll do my best.”

“Now that that’s settled, why don’t we head back to the room and rest? I promise not to overstep anyboundaries. Will you trust me and give it a try this time?” Treyton asked.

Jennifer met his intense gaze and agreed.

Back in the laboratory, Gwendolyn was sleeping soundly as she received her IV drip on the hospitalbed.

Sitting beside her, Cedrick had a pile of medical supplies on the bedside table. He was currentlydisinfecting and applying medication to her injured wrist.