The Ex and Her Riches

Gwendolyn’s tears turned into a stream. She could not stop them.

Clutching his hand, she screamed, “Don’t you dare die, Cedrick! I’m going to marry someone else if you die and make you regret it as long as you live!”

Cedrick’s bloody lips parted in a painful smile.

“T-That won’t do. You’re mine.”

Despite her tears, she managed a chuckle before turning to the two paramedics in the corner. “I’m here. Send him in, quickly.”

Cedrick would not let go of her hand. “Let me explain, Gwenny, please?”

“Be good and go through with the surgery. I’ll be out here. You can tell me everything when it’s over.”

Cedrick’s visage was paler than ever. It looked as though every drop of blood had been drained from him. It was plain he could not hold on much longer.

However, he stubbornly maintained his grip on her wrist—he wanted to get a good look at her. There was only a ten percent chance of survival if he went in, and he feared he might never regain consciousness.

Gwendolyn’s heart wrenched painfully. She forced herself to pry his fingers apart and watched him being wheeled into the emergency room.

The light came on, indicating that the surgery was underway. Gwendolyn sat outside and gazed blankly into space. The tears streaking her face had not yet dried.

It was her first time shedding tears in front of that many people, but she did not care. All she knew was that she did not want Cedrick to die.

She waited for three hours until nine that night, yet Cedrick still had not emerged.

Nico sent the squadron home. With a similarly grave expression, he sat on the bench across from Gwendolyn.

Then, as if he had considered something at length, he began, “You thought that Mr. Jenson had lied to you about the incident involving the abandoned warehouse six months ago. He was not. He did enter knowing full well he might die. If not for the rest of the boys making it there in time to rescue what’s left of him, he would have died in the fire.”

up slowly to

and deal with it. The whip scars on his back are a consequence of his defiance of the Jenson family laws. Though he was fortunate to have survived at the warehouse, vast areas of the skin on his face had been burned, and he had broken his leg in the fight. His internal organs, too, are not

gaze flicked and he skipped the

not return to Fairlake was that the professor still had not discovered a complete cure for the virus within him, and it

decreed that not a word of

He’s true to you! He’s a fool when it comes to love for he only knows how to give everything he has but would never tell you any of his pain. He was ashamed to reunite with you after regaining his identity

her head. Her heart was filled with guilt to the brim, and it

her eyes. Worse still, something like

have been in even worse shape during the incident at the abandoned

had kept all that from

felt her heart sear with pain as though it was stabbed. The intensity of it made

“I am sorry.”

could not offer anything

bit

her despondency. “He no longer owes you anything, Ms. Gwendolyn, but when he found out that you were grieving for six months because of him, he blamed himself. He had me procure a whip not because he wanted to put on a charade for you but because he was trying

slammed the door and left yesterday, he wanted to wait for you to come back so he could explain things, but you went to Old Mr. Jenson and asked to call off the engagement instead. Worse still,

engagement to be called

her gaze. Realizing that something did not add up, he quickly sent somebody

the entrance to the emergency

was somebody sent by

hardened. “Xander? How well does

family went through was caused by Mr. Yael, Mr. Xander’s father. Mr. Cedrick had only been back for three days and the power nearly fell to Mr. Yael’s hands; he

pursed her lips. Looking down, she did

a spell of silence, her gaze grew colder. “Do you know how to sneak into

“Ms.

a cold, dangerous glint in Gwendolyn’s

time to settle the

…

a muffled cascade was sounding in

and clad in a bathrobe, Xander was drying his hair

began flickering. The curtains, too, rustled from being whipped by the wind. A sense

awry, he put