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…

him, suddenly turned quiet. Even the atmosphere fell

a little and tried to steal a glance from the

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

he breathe a sigh of relief. What happened earlier had obviously left

Pressing his hand against the wound, the fresh red

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

Indignance overwhelmed him.

did he imagine she would be so ruthless toward him even when

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

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

could vaguely sense her

his head around, he exchanged

up with that expression? Does she recognize who

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

held his face. A wide smile spread across her flushing red

only see you in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat

strong alcohol smell could

mind went blank as he looked at

my dream! I have the final

she inched closer toward him. It was clear she was up to

she lightly

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

Did she just

smile crinkled the corners of Gwendolyn’s eyes. She appeared contented, but her eyes still gave off a dazed look, and it was a

not daring to

give me a

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

you get injured even in my dream? Who on earth

instantly dissipated all the grievances Cedrick had inside him

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

It doesn’t hurt,”

smile on Gwendolyn’s face, however,

“But I feel bad.”

over and gently

was just like a kitten, trying

on par with her viciousness while she

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by

as sweet as honey, melting his entire heart as she

arms around her waist, unwilling to let her

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

second, he wished that time