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

tried to steal a glance from the

on the bed, seemingly unconscious. There was a big, red mark on her

breathe a sigh of relief. What happened earlier had

radiated from his collarbone area. Pressing his hand against the wound,

body was in pain after getting hit

Indignance overwhelmed him.

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

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, he could finally no longer

nose stung sharply, his eyes burned, and

on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes

could vaguely sense her intense

his head around, he exchanged glances with

that expression? Does she recognize who

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

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

Indeed, I can only see you in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat different

burp laced with a strong alcohol smell could be felt on

as he looked at her in a

is my dream! I have

him. It was clear she

in bewilderment, she lightly left a peck on

soft, tender feeling on his lips could still be

she just kiss

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

daring to move a

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

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

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

distressed look in her eyes instantly dissipated all the

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

It doesn’t hurt,” he

however, vanished. She was rather

“But I feel bad.”

her words fell, she leaned over and gently

like a kitten,

her viciousness while she beat him

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by

as honey, melting his entire heart as she

his arms around her waist, unwilling to let her

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

second, he wished that