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

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 the skin

gaze flicked and he skipped the

oversee his family, the reason why Cedrick did not return to Fairlake was that the professor still had not discovered a complete cure for the virus within him, and it necessitated a trip to the laboratory every

once decreed that not a word of any of it was to

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 you would hate him more if he mentioned it. He feared that he would lose you forever. He has bumbled himself before

her head. Her heart was filled with

covered in blood every time shut her eyes. Worse still, something like that had happened to

in even worse shape during the incident

kept all that from her.

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

“I am sorry.”

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

what he needs. Just a little bit of

me procure 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 have endured for

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

to be

that something did not

an hour later, the atmosphere at the entrance to the emergency room

somebody sent by

“Xander? How well does Cedrick get

appeared serious. “Not very well. The internal strife the Jenson 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

lips. Looking down, she did

gaze grew colder. “Do you

taken aback. “Ms. Gwendolyn, are you

cold, dangerous glint in

to settle

…

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

bathrobe, Xander was drying

as he entered the bedroom, the lights in his chandelier began flickering. The curtains, too, rustled from being whipped by the wind. A sense of foreboding filled the

something awry, he put his gold-rimmed