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

his head a little 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

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

stinging pain radiated from his collarbone area. Pressing his hand against the wound, the fresh red blood on

His whole body was

Indignance overwhelmed him.

took care of her while she was drunk. Little did he imagine she

that Gwendolyn liked someone else 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

his eyes burned, and he could

fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a

vaguely sense

head around, he exchanged glances

expression? Does she

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

him, and held his face. A

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

with a strong alcohol smell could be felt

went blank as he looked at

is my dream! I have the final

she inched closer toward him. It was clear she was

was still in bewilderment, she lightly left a

his lips could still be

she just

eyes still gave off a dazed look, and it was a sign that she was still

daring to move a

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

shifted her gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark beside the collar of his shirt. A

even in my dream? Who on earth dares to hurt

eyes instantly dissipated all the grievances Cedrick

already sensed that she had most likely mistaken

It doesn’t hurt,” he tenderly

Gwendolyn’s face, however,

“But I feel bad.”

leaned over and gently kissed the blood mark on his

just like a kitten, trying

with her viciousness while she beat him up

“Gwendolyn, you—”

was dumbfounded

honey, melting his entire heart as she kissed his collarbone, stirring up his

wrapped his arms around her

he would lose

second, he wished that time could