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…

suddenly turned quiet. Even the atmosphere fell

and tried to steal a glance from the corner of

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

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

Pressing his hand against the wound, the fresh

whole body was in pain

Indignance overwhelmed him.

Little did he imagine she would be so ruthless toward

eventually getting whacked up by her, Cedrick had been suppressing his disappointment for the whole day. At this point, he could finally

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

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

vaguely sense

around, he exchanged glances with

with that expression? Does she recognize who I

his mind as he tried to figure out an excuse to

Gwendolyn sat up, approached him, and held

you in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat different this time, you still look so handsome…”

alcohol smell could be felt

mind went blank as he

This is my

toward him. It was clear she was up to no

he was still in bewilderment, she lightly left

feeling on his lips could still

Did she just kiss

corners 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 her

daring to move a single

me a vicious slap on my face

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

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

distressed look in her eyes instantly dissipated all the grievances Cedrick had inside

already sensed that she had most likely mistaken him for someone

It doesn’t hurt,” he tenderly

smile on Gwendolyn’s face, however,

“But I feel bad.”

leaned over and gently kissed the blood mark on

like a kitten, trying to comfort

was on par with her viciousness while she beat him up

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded

soft lips were as sweet as honey, melting his entire heart as

arms around her waist, unwilling

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

second, he wished that