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.”

slowly

having survived, the Jenson family had been going through internal strife, and he needed to return and deal with it. The whip scars on his back are a consequence of his defiance of the Jenson family laws. Though he

the part about the

still had not discovered a complete cure for the virus within him, and

word of any of it was to

everything he has but would never tell you any of his pain. He was ashamed to reunite with you

filled with guilt to the

Worse still,

worse shape during

that he had kept all that from her. She blamed him for his

pain as though it was stabbed. The intensity of it made her gasp

“I am sorry.”

could not offer anything else to make up for

he needs. Just a little bit of love on your part will send him over the

of 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

for you to come back so he could explain things, but you went to Old Mr. Jenson and asked to call off the

stopped crying at once and frowned. “I did see Old Mr. Jenson and proposed for the engagement to be called off, but he did not agree. I was planning on doing

not add up, he quickly

at the entrance to the emergency

was somebody sent

“Xander? How well does Cedrick get along

caused by Mr. Yael, Mr. Xander’s father. Mr. Cedrick had only been back for three days and the power nearly

pursed her lips. Looking down, she

her gaze grew colder. “Do you know how to sneak

“Ms.

a cold, dangerous

to settle the score

…

was eleven in the evening, and a muffled cascade was sounding in the elegantly decorated

Xander was drying his hair

began flickering. The curtains, too, rustled from being whipped by

he put his