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…

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

tried to steal a glance from the

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 obviously left a lingering

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

whole body was in pain after getting hit

Indignance overwhelmed him.

she would be so ruthless toward him even when she was in such

finding 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 point,

his eyes burned, and he could feel his eyelashes

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

sense her

his head around, he

with that expression? Does she recognize

thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to

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

again, huh? Indeed, I can only see you in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat different this time,

burp laced with a strong alcohol smell could be

blank as he looked at her in

is my

toward him. It

he was still in bewilderment, she lightly left a peck on his

flickered in Cedrick’s dark eyes. That soft, tender feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly. He stood rooted to

Did she just

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

not daring to move a single

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

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

dream? Who on earth dares to hurt you? I’ll kill

distressed look in her eyes instantly dissipated all the

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

doesn’t hurt,” he

on Gwendolyn’s face, however, vanished.

“But I feel bad.”

leaned over and gently kissed the blood mark

was just like a kitten,

on par with her viciousness while she beat him

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by her

lips were as sweet as honey, melting his entire heart as she kissed his collarbone,

his arms around her waist, unwilling to let her

afraid he would lose

he wished that