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 to meet his

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 survived at the warehouse, vast areas of

he skipped the

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

that not a word of any

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

heart was filled with

shut her eyes. Worse still, something like that

during the incident at the abandoned warehouse

all that from her. She blamed him for his deception

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

“I am sorry.”

from those three words, she could not offer anything else to make up

bit of love on your

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

Jenson and asked to call off the engagement instead. Worse still, Old Mr. Jenson agreed to it. He was

engagement to be called off, but he did not agree. I was planning on doing something about it.

gaze. Realizing that something did not add

hour later, the atmosphere at the entrance to the

sent

hardened. “Xander? How well does

only been back for three days and the power

pursed her lips. Looking down, she did

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

was taken aback. “Ms. Gwendolyn,

dangerous glint

time to settle the score

…

eleven in the evening, and a muffled cascade was

Xander was

flickering. The curtains,

he put his gold-rimmed glasses