The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 269 I Will Be There

Cedrick’s gaze dropped, avoiding Gwendolyn’s eyes as he exuded a cold and distant demeanor.

Gwendolyn couldn’t comprehend what was going on with him. She was consumed by fury, fueled by the overwhelming desire to confront him and inflict physical harm to ensure he would never dare to break up with her again.

Fueled by her anger, she stepped down from the bed, her feet bare as she approached the bedside table, where a heavy wooden ruler was stored in the first drawer.

However, at that moment, she hesitated, realizing the potential consequences of her impulses.

She was worried about the harm she could inflict on Cedrick with the heavy ruler if he chose to confront her beatings directly.

On the other hand, the notion of returning empty–handed after her outburst filled Gwendolyn with a sense of foolishness.

She discreetly turned around to check on Cedrick and found him gazing directly at her.

The mere thought of coming back without anything in her hands caused her to cringe with embarrassment.

Determined to salvage the situation, she grabbed Cedrick’s black belt from the coat rack, folding it in half with the buckle firmly in her hand, before sitting back on the bed.

“Do you see this? Don’t push me to the point where I have to resort to violence!” she exclaimed, attempting to intimidate him.

Cedrick lifted his gaze and glanced at the belt in her hand, his face devoid of emotion.

“I had already given up on you back then, but you were the one who wanted me to give you a second chance. Now that I’ve given you that chance and have decided to spend the rest of my life with you, you’re telling me you want to break up? Why? Give me a logical explanation for this!”

Cedrick’s handsome face glowed under the dim light as he gulped.

He lowered his gaze and remained silent, exuding a cold aura.

To Gwendolyn, his silence felt like a form of silent resistance.

She wondered if he was giving her the silent treatment and bit her lip, feeling hurt.

“Fine. You need some time to think things through, right? Take all the time you need, then! Talk to me when you’ve figured things out.”

Frustrated, she threw the belt at him, got off the bed, and stormed out of the room.

The atmosphere of the room turned somber as she forcefully closed the door behind her.

As Gwendolyn entered the next room, she decided she would sleep in separate rooms with Cedrick from that point forward.

Throughout the night, she tossed and turned, her mind buzzing with thoughts of Cedrick and his distant attitude.

mounting, she sat up

she saw that it was already past two in the morning, and Cedrick had yet to come

became increasingly evident to her that

Whatever! This is ridiculous!

back into bed and pulled

a while since she

over herself.

found it somewha

difficult to adjust.

an

up the

room door remained tightly

head to Angle Corporation to avoid any

Salinsburg was shrouded with dark clouds, reflecting the gloomy weather that had persisted for the

her hands and gazing absentmindedly at the drizzle outside

of Cedrick’s peculiar behavior from the previous night flashed through

dawned on her that he had let out a groan when she kicked

pain tolerance, it seemed odd that he would react that way unless he was deliberately exaggerating his misery to

and martial arts background, it seemed implausible that she could kick

she dwelled on these thoughts, a realization–struck her. Something wasn’t

signs seemed to indicate that Cedrick might

why she could effortlessly kick

slapped the table out of frustration at

yesterday night that she had overlooked all

about it,

fright at the sudden bang of the table.

her composure,

belongings, stating, “I have some urgent matters to

return. And if I

intensified in Salinsburgh that day,

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trickling down the windowpane, his thoughts drifted back to a

first, but what about in the long run? It has

growing pale. Exhaustion washed over him

was time for

endure temporary pain

if Gwendolyn grew tired of him and started to hate him, she could eventually move on from the sadness and agony

sitting on a nearby sofa, was pouring

ambassador of Rossi Project, she had come to discuss the terms of her compensation as

office. He had been silently gazing

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