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 turned quiet.

turned his head a little and tried to steal a glance from the corner

big, red mark on

did he breathe a sigh of relief. What happened earlier had obviously left a lingering fear

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

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

Indignance overwhelmed him.

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

then learned later that the man she fancied was Sherman, and eventually getting whacked up by her, Cedrick had been suppressing his disappointment

and he could feel his eyelashes wet

blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a little and fixed

vaguely sense her

he

that expression? Does she recognize

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

up, approached him, and held

only see you in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat different this time, you still look so

strong alcohol smell could be felt

he

my dream! I have the

toward him. It was clear she was up

was still in bewilderment, she lightly left a peck on his

his lips could still be felt vividly. He stood rooted to

Did she just

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

straightened his back, not daring to move a

do next? Will she give me a vicious slap

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

in my dream? Who

dissipated all

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

fine. It doesn’t hurt,” he

Gwendolyn’s face, however, vanished. She was rather

“But I feel bad.”

and gently

like a kitten, trying to comfort

her viciousness while

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded

entire heart as she kissed his collarbone,

around her waist,

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

wished that