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…

Gwendolyn, who had been taunting aggressively behind him, suddenly turned quiet. Even the atmosphere fell into

to steal a glance from the corner

There was a big, red mark on her forehead, and

sigh of relief. What

hand against the wound, the fresh red blood on his fingers reminded him about everything that happened

eyes. His whole body was

Indignance overwhelmed him.

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

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

and he could

overwhelmed him as he stared intently at the blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a little and

could vaguely sense her

he exchanged glances with

Does

of thoughts raced through his mind as he tried

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

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

burp laced with a strong alcohol smell could be felt

went blank as he looked at her

is my

smile, she inched closer toward him. It

still in bewilderment, she lightly left

dark eyes. That soft, tender feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly.

Did she

the corners of Gwendolyn’s eyes. She appeared contented, but her eyes still gave off a

his back, not daring to move a single

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

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

my dream? Who on earth dares

in her eyes instantly dissipated all the grievances

most likely 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

just like a kitten, trying to comfort her injured

on par with her viciousness while

“Gwendolyn, you—”

was dumbfounded

honey, melting his entire heart as she

wrapped his arms around her waist, unwilling to

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

wished that time could