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…

been taunting aggressively behind him, suddenly turned quiet.

head a little and tried to steal a glance from

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

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

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

in Cedrick’s eyes. His whole body was in

Indignance overwhelmed him.

did he imagine she would be so ruthless toward him

in 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

burned, and he could feel his

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

could vaguely sense her intense

around, he exchanged glances

that expression? Does

mind as he tried to

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

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

alcohol

as he looked at her in

This is my dream!

she inched closer toward him. It was

she lightly left a peck

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

gave off a dazed look, and it was a

not daring to move a single

give me a vicious slap on my

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

Who on earth dares to hurt you? I’ll

instantly dissipated all the grievances Cedrick had inside him

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

It doesn’t hurt,” he tenderly

smile on Gwendolyn’s face, however, vanished. She

“But I feel bad.”

over and

a kitten, trying to comfort her

gentleness was on par with her viciousness while she beat

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded

sweet as honey, melting his entire heart as she kissed

her waist, unwilling

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

a second, he wished