The Ex and Her Riches

Having been viciously kicked on the side of the waist by Gwendolyn’s foot, Cedrick was in such pain his body spasmed uncontrollably.

He held his hands over his waist, and before he could come to terms with the excruciating pain, she swiftly reached for the decorative vase on the nightstand and swung it toward his head.

Cedrick hastily covered his head and bent over.

He did not fight back, neither did he dodge. He merely stood there and allowed her to hit him.

Gwendolyn smashed the vase in her grip on his back three times consecutively.

Because she was feeling dizzy, she could not muster much strength, so her moves were not as forceful.

Nonetheless, it still hurt as the dense porcelain vase smashed against his back.

Cedrick was probably traumatized at that point.

Frustration swamped him. I’ll never put anything that can be used as a weapon on my nightstand next time!

Seemingly unable to vent her anger after hitting the man several times, Gwendolyn aggressively slammed the vase on the corner of the table, shattering it into pieces. Then, she hurled the sharp edge of the broken shard toward Cedrick.

“Gwendolyn!”

Worried that the broken shard would hurt her, Cedrick instinctively backed away.

Because of his brief hesitation, he did not manage to dodge in time and got cut by a piece of broken shard on his right collarbone. A faint blood scratch mark appeared on his skin, and the collar of his white shirt was stained by blood quickly.

Gwendolyn had wanted to slit his neck, but she missed it and cut his collarbone instead.

Taking opportunity of the situation, Cedrick hurriedly grabbed her wrist and threw the weapon in her grip aside.

Gwendolyn glared at his face furiously. “Cedrick! You’re probably wearing this thing on your face to scare me, aren’t you? I shall see how ugly the face behind this mask is!”

“Don’t… I—”

Before he could clarify anything, Gwendolyn hit her forehead against his.

As he loosened his grip, she regained freedom of her hands and swiftly took off his mask.

Cedrick was utterly stunned. How can she still be so ferocious when she’s drunk?

With the mask removed, he had his back to her in guilt. He dared not turn around, and his heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

He waited for a second. Then, two…

had been taunting aggressively behind him, suddenly turned quiet. Even the atmosphere fell into complete

a little and tried to

seemingly unconscious. There was a big, red mark on her forehead, and evidently, she had

What happened earlier had obviously left a

area. Pressing his hand against the wound, the fresh red blood

eyes. His whole body was in pain

Indignance overwhelmed him.

he imagine she would be

and eventually getting whacked up by her, Cedrick had been suppressing his disappointment for

stung sharply, his eyes burned, and he could feel his eyelashes

of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a little and fixed her gaze on him

sense her intense

around, he exchanged glances with

up with that expression? Does she recognize

myriad of thoughts raced through his mind

said anything, Gwendolyn sat up, approached him, and held his face. A wide smile spread across her flushing

my dreams. Even though you look

alcohol smell could be felt on Cedrick’s

went blank as he looked at her

my dream!

him. It was clear she was

still in bewilderment, she lightly left

Cedrick’s dark eyes. That soft, tender feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly. He

Did she

the corners of Gwendolyn’s eyes. She appeared contented, but her eyes still gave off a dazed look, and it was a sign that

daring to move a

Will she give me a vicious slap on my

around his waist. As she shifted her gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark beside the collar of his shirt. A pained look crossed

my dream? Who on earth dares to hurt

her eyes instantly dissipated

he already sensed that she had most likely mistaken him for someone else,

fine. It doesn’t

face, however, vanished. She

“But I feel bad.”

she leaned over and gently kissed the blood

like a kitten, trying to comfort her

gentleness was on par with her viciousness while she

“Gwendolyn, you—”

was dumbfounded by

lips were as sweet as honey, melting his entire

wrapped his arms around her waist, unwilling to

surprised, yet afraid he would lose her again. A

a second, he wished that time