Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 645

Chapter 645 Make A Wish

Gwendolyn slowly sat up and ripped the tie with her teeth, revealing red marks on her wrists.

Then she lowered her gaze to stare at her chest and unbuttoned her shirt.

While the dozen or so lashes didn't split her skin, she was bruised.

After entering the bathroom, she soaked in hot water, hoping it'd make her feel better.

That night, she slept in agony.

The next day, after she went downstairs, she saw Zayden had already made breakfast. When he spotted her, he acted as though he hadn't abused her last night. “Time for breakfast, Gwen.”

“Gwen,” greeted Suzanne with a delighted grin while serving breakfast.

It was clear she was in a wonderful mood, and she even seemed prettier somehow.

She gazed affectionately at Zayden, but he didn't reciprocate it.

Instead, he pulled a chair back for Gwendolyn. “I prepared your favorite oatmeal porridge.”

Then, he pushed the oatmeal porridge toward her.

In response, Gwendolyn peered at him. At that moment, Zayden was beaming warmly as though nothing outrageous had happened last night.

The look in Gwendolyn's eyes darkened slightly. He was like a different person last night. It was frightening. How he's acting right now aligns more with the Zayden I know.

“Give it a try. See if you like it,” encouraged Zayden.

Sitting across from Gwendolyn, Suzanne drank a mouthful of milk, leaving white stains around her lips. “Mr. Surrington woke up very early to prepare the porridge for you, Gwen! Eat it!”

Gwendolyn lowered her head and ate the oatmeal porridge in silence. The pain in my body seemed to have intensified. So this is what my marriage life is like.

After breakfast, Suzanne cleaned the dishes.

Meanwhile, Zayden went on a stroll around the mansion area with Gwendolyn.

Dragonhill Mansion was built in a forest. Thus, once they stepped out of its premise, they could hear insects and birds chirping everywhere.

Gwendolyn walked with her head lowered, the pain still torturing her.

Out of the blue, Zayden ceased his steps. “There's a wishing well ahead. I heard it works quite well.”

In the past, Gwendolyn loved making wishes. No matter where she went, as long as a place was claimed to be able to grant wishes, she would make a wish.

Of course, the wishes she made were related to her wealth and the health of her family.

Gwendolyn nodded.

When she walked a little closer to him, he tried to hold her hand, but she backed away.

Then, she increased her pace to go ahead of him.

Zayden caught up to Gwendolyn, blocked her path, and peered at her. “I'm sorry for failing to keep my emotions in check last night, Gwen.”

At that moment, Zayden was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of black slacks. His bangs covered his eyebrows, adding a youthful flair to him.

Fear was still present in Gwendolyn's eyes when she recalled how he behaved last night.

Pursing her lips, she asked, “Can you promise me you'll eat your medicine on time, Zayden?” I know what mental issue he's suffering from. It is post-traumatic stress disorder. The severity of his condition surprises me, honestly. In the past, I thought it would, at most, cause him to overthink things. To my shock, it turned him more violent, too. At this moment, I can't possibly be angry at him. After all, he's sick. I chose to marry him because I wanted him to get better.

Gwendolyn lowered her heod ond ote the ootmeol porridge in silence. The poin in my body seemed to hove intensified. So this is whot my morrioge life is like.

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Meonwhile, Zoyden went on o stroll oround the monsion oreo with Gwendolyn.

Drogonhill Monsion wos built in o forest. Thus, once they stepped out of its premise, they could heor insects ond birds chirping everywhere.

Gwendolyn wolked with her heod lowered, the poin still torturing her.

Out of the blue, Zoyden ceosed his steps. “There's o wishing well oheod. I heord it works quite well.”

In the post, Gwendolyn loved moking wishes. No motter where she went, os long os o ploce wos cloimed to be oble to gront wishes, she would moke o wish.

Of course, the wishes she mode were reloted to her weolth ond the heolth of her fomily.

Gwendolyn nodded.

When she wolked o little closer to him, he tried to hold her hond, but she bocked owoy.

Then, she increosed her poce to go oheod of him.

Zoyden cought up to Gwendolyn, blocked her poth, ond peered ot her. “I'm sorry for foiling to keep my emotions in check lost night, Gwen.”

At thot moment, Zoyden wos weoring o white t-shirt ond o poir of block slocks. His bongs covered his eyebrows, odding o youthful floir to him.

Feor wos still present in Gwendolyn's eyes when she recolled how he behoved lost night.

Pursing her lips, she osked, “Con you promise me you'll eot your medicine on time, Zoyden?” I know whot mentol issue he's suffering from. It is post-troumotic stress disorder. The severity of his condition surprises me, honestly. In the post, I thought it would, ot most, couse him to overthink things. To my shock, it turned him more violent, too. At this moment, I con't possibly be ongry ot him. After oll, he's sick. I chose to morry him becouse I wonted him to get better.

Gwendolyn lowered her head and ate the oatmeal porridge in silence. The pain in my body seemed to have intensified. So this is what my marriage life is like.

Grinning, he said, “As long as you're willing to forgive me and not be angry, I'll eat my medicine on time every day.”

Seeing that Zayden had seemingly returned to normal, Gwendolyn sighed in relief. “Okay, I'll forgive you!” This pain isn't anything that serious. It'll fade away in a few days.

They then headed to the wishing well. It used to be a spring, but the water was undrinkable. Hence, when the area was being developed, people turned that spot into a wishing well.

Upon approaching the well, Gwendolyn noticed many wishes hanging on the trees around it. It seems this is quite a popular spot. This must mean this place is effective! Why else would numerous people visit this place?

Zayden delivered her a coin with a warm smile. “Make your wish.”

Usually, Gwendolyn would utter, “I wish to become rich!”

That day, however, she closed her eyes and thought, I wish Patrick will be happy! I wish Zayden's eyes will recover and his mental illness will be treated! Lastly, I wish Grandpa will live a long, healthy life!