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

he did not return to you despite 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 was fortunate to have

flicked and he skipped the part

did not return to Fairlake was that the professor still had not discovered a complete cure for the

word of any of it was to

when it comes to love for he only knows how to give everything he has but would

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

Worse still, something like that had happened

during the

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

as though it was stabbed. The

“I am sorry.”

could not offer anything else to

is not what he needs. Just a little bit of love on your part will

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

he could explain things, 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

and proposed for the engagement to be called

Realizing that something did not add up, he

the atmosphere at the entrance to

somebody sent by

well does Cedrick get along

Mr. Cedrick had only been

pursed her lips. Looking

of silence, her gaze grew colder. “Do you know

was taken aback. “Ms. Gwendolyn,

a cold, dangerous

to settle the score with

…

muffled cascade was sounding

clad in a bathrobe, Xander was drying his

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

awry, he put