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

a little and tried to steal a glance from the corner of

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

sigh of relief. What happened earlier had obviously left

the wound, the fresh

in Cedrick’s eyes. His whole body was in

Indignance overwhelmed him.

she would be so ruthless toward

out 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 for the whole day. At this

eyes burned, and he could feel

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

could vaguely sense

his head around, he

Does she

his mind as he tried to figure out an excuse to fool

he said anything, Gwendolyn sat up, approached him, and held his

Even though you

burp laced with a strong alcohol smell could be

blank as he looked at

don’t care! This is my dream! I have the final

gleeful smile, she inched closer toward him. It was clear

she lightly left a peck on his

Cedrick’s dark eyes. That soft, tender feeling on his lips could still be felt

Did she just

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 drunkard

daring to move a

else is she going to do next? Will she give me a vicious slap

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

get injured even in my dream? Who on earth dares to hurt

instantly dissipated all the grievances

had most likely mistaken him for someone

It doesn’t

however, vanished. She was

“But I feel bad.”

over and gently kissed

kitten,

gentleness was on par with her viciousness while she beat

“Gwendolyn, you—”

was dumbfounded by

entire heart as she kissed his collarbone, stirring up his

wrapped his arms around her waist, unwilling to let

touched, satisfied, and surprised, yet afraid he would

second, he wished that