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.”

looked up slowly

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

he skipped the part about the virus

not discovered a complete cure for the virus within him, and it necessitated a trip to the laboratory every other day. It was only with the help of the suppressant that he

once decreed that not a word of any of it was

“When has Mr. Jenson not put his life on the line to win you back, Ms. Gwendolyn? 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 because he was afraid

heart was filled with guilt to the brim, and

Worse still, something like that had happened to him more

been in even worse shape during the incident at the abandoned warehouse six

she was still furious that he had kept all that from her. She blamed him for his deception and she even whipped

it was stabbed. The intensity

“I am sorry.”

not offer anything

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

a whip not because he wanted to put on a charade for you but because he was trying his best to make up for the pain you

but you went to Old Mr. Jenson and asked to call off the engagement instead. Worse still, Old Mr. Jenson agreed to it. He was only hit

Jenson and proposed for the engagement to be called off, but he did not agree. I was planning on

that something did not

hour later, the atmosphere at the entrance to the

somebody sent

“Xander? How well does Cedrick

had only been back for three days and the power nearly fell to Mr. Yael’s hands; he only managed to snatch it back after

Looking down, she

you know how to sneak

taken aback. “Ms. Gwendolyn, are

was a cold, dangerous glint in

time to settle the score

…

and a muffled cascade was sounding in the elegantly

clad in a bathrobe, Xander was drying his hair as he emerged from the

curtains, too, rustled from being whipped by

something awry, he put his gold-rimmed glasses