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…

behind him, suddenly turned quiet. Even the

turned his head a little and tried to steal a glance from the corner

big, red mark on her forehead, and evidently, she had passed out after smashing her head against

he breathe a sigh of relief. What happened earlier had

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

His whole body

Indignance overwhelmed him.

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

she fancied was Sherman, and eventually getting whacked up by her, Cedrick had been suppressing his disappointment for the whole day. At this point, he could finally no longer hold his emotions

and he could

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

vaguely sense her intense

he exchanged

Does she recognize

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

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

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

a strong alcohol smell could

he looked

my dream! I have the

she inched closer toward him. It was clear she was

in bewilderment, she lightly left

on his lips could still be felt vividly. He

Did she just kiss

gave off a dazed look, and it was a sign

daring to move a single

do next? Will she give me a vicious slap on my face or kick me in

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 you? I’ll

distressed look in her eyes instantly dissipated

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

doesn’t

Gwendolyn’s face, however, vanished. She was

“But I feel bad.”

leaned over and gently kissed the blood

a kitten, trying to

her viciousness while she

“Gwendolyn, you—”

was dumbfounded

as sweet as honey, melting his entire

his arms around her waist,

he would lose her

wished that