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…

aggressively behind him, suddenly

little and tried to steal a

surprise, Gwendolyn had already collapsed on the bed, seemingly unconscious. There was a big, red mark on her forehead, and evidently, she had passed out after smashing

he breathe a sigh of relief. What

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

body was in

Indignance overwhelmed him.

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

the man she fancied was Sherman, and eventually getting whacked up by her, Cedrick had been suppressing

and he could

he stared intently at the blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes

sense her intense

his head around, he exchanged glances

with that expression? Does

of thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to figure out an excuse

Gwendolyn sat up, approached him, and held his face.

Even though you look somewhat different this time, you still look so handsome…”

alcohol smell

blank as he looked at her in

is my

closer toward him. It was clear she

she lightly left a peck on his cold,

Cedrick’s dark eyes. That soft, tender feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly. He stood rooted to the ground as

Did she just

her eyes still gave off

his back, not daring to move a single

me a vicious

shifted her gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark

you get injured even in my dream? Who on earth dares to hurt you? I’ll kill

instantly dissipated all the grievances Cedrick had

though he already sensed that she had most likely mistaken him for someone else, it did not matter to

It doesn’t

smile on Gwendolyn’s face, however, vanished.

“But I feel bad.”

she leaned over and gently

like a kitten, trying

was on par with her viciousness

“Gwendolyn, you—”

was dumbfounded by her

his entire heart as she kissed his collarbone, stirring

arms around her waist, unwilling to let

satisfied, and surprised, yet afraid he would lose her again. A mixture

second, he wished that time