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

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

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

His whole body was in

Indignance overwhelmed him.

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

man she fancied was Sherman, and eventually getting whacked up by her, Cedrick had been

his eyes burned, and he

at the blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a

sense her

he exchanged glances with

with that expression? Does she recognize who I

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

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

in my dreams. Even though you

burp laced with a strong alcohol smell could

as he looked at her

is my

him. It was clear she was

she lightly left a peck on

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

she

appeared contented, but her eyes still gave off a dazed

straightened his back, not daring

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

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

Who on

dissipated all

though he already sensed that she had most likely mistaken him for someone

fine. It doesn’t hurt,” he

face, however, vanished. She was

“But I feel bad.”

fell, she leaned over and

just like a kitten, trying to

on par with her viciousness while she beat

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by

lips were as sweet as honey, melting his entire

his arms around her waist, unwilling

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

a second, he wished that