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 turned quiet. Even

turned his head a little and tried to steal a

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

What happened earlier had obviously left a lingering

against the wound, the fresh red blood on

in Cedrick’s eyes. His whole body was in pain

Indignance overwhelmed him.

she was drunk. Little did he imagine 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

burned, and he could feel his eyelashes

him as he stared intently at the blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened

sense her intense

he

with that expression? Does she recognize who

mind as he tried to figure out an excuse to fool

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

Indeed, I can only see you in my dreams. Even

burp laced with a strong alcohol smell could

as he looked at

care! This is my

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

lightly left a peck on

lips could still be felt

she

the corners of 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

straightened his back, not daring to move a single

me a vicious slap on my face or kick

wrapped her arms around his waist. As she shifted her gaze downward, she

even in my dream? Who on

dissipated all the grievances

she had most likely mistaken him for

doesn’t hurt,”

however, vanished. She was rather

“But I feel bad.”

leaned over and gently kissed the blood mark

a kitten, trying to comfort her injured

was on par with her

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by

entire heart as she

arms around her waist, unwilling to let her

and surprised, yet afraid he would lose her again. A mixture of

he wished that time