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…

behind him, suddenly

to steal a glance from the

was a big, red mark on her forehead, and evidently, she had passed out after

of relief. What happened earlier had

his collarbone area. Pressing his hand against the wound, the fresh red blood on his fingers reminded him about everything

in Cedrick’s eyes. His whole body was in pain after getting hit by

Indignance overwhelmed him.

her while she was drunk. Little did he imagine she would be so ruthless toward him even when

the morning, then learned later that the man she fancied was Sherman, and eventually getting whacked up by her, Cedrick had been suppressing his disappointment for the whole day. At this point, he could finally no longer hold his emotions

and

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

could vaguely sense

head around, he exchanged

Does she

gulped. A myriad of thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to figure

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

my dreams. Even though

a strong alcohol smell could be felt on

went blank as he looked at her in a

care! This is my dream! I have the final

gleeful smile, she inched closer toward him. It was clear she was up

in bewilderment, she lightly left

tender feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly.

she just

eyes still gave off a dazed look, and it was a sign that she was still in

not daring to move a

else is she going to do next? Will she give me a vicious slap on my face or kick me

his doubtful gaze, Gwendolyn wrapped her arms around his waist. As she shifted her gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark beside the collar of his shirt.

you get injured even in my dream? Who

look in her eyes instantly dissipated all the grievances Cedrick

mistaken him

fine. It doesn’t hurt,” he tenderly

face, however, vanished. She was rather

“But I feel bad.”

words fell, she leaned over and gently kissed the blood mark on

a kitten, trying to comfort

par with her viciousness while she beat him up

“Gwendolyn, you—”

was dumbfounded by

sweet as honey, melting his entire heart as she kissed his

arms around her

and surprised, yet afraid he would lose her again. A mixture of emotions enveloped

second, he wished that time