The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 352

Gwendolyn scowled at the abrupt manner she had been roused and turned to face the other side.

Jonah kept knocking, seemingly intent on hammering down her door if she did not answer it soon.

Irritated by the racket, Gwendolyn flung aside her quilt. She slipped on her slippers and donned a thick sleeping gown before answering the door.

“What does he want this time?” she demanded, glaring at Jonah with a look of irritated disgust.

“Mr. Lund isn’t messing around this time, Ms. Harris. He visited a bar this afternoon and spent the day drinking. He even sent us away. When I went back for him earlier tonight, I found him drunk as a skunk with your name on his lips. So, the only thing I could do was to bring him here to you.”

Gwendolyn was impassive. Cold, even. “Give him something to sober up, then, or get him a doctor who would give him a jab. What good will it do sending him to me? I’m not a doctor.”

She was about to shut the door after her speech, but Jonah threw himself against the frame. “Please see him. He would feel much better in your presence.”

Gwendolyn’s frostiness did not dissipate. “I’m under house arrest because of him. He wouldn’t let me out of this house. What if he sobers up tomorrow and accuses me of misbehaving? Wouldn’t that be unfair to me?”

“Uh…”

Jonah was conflicted. He gave the matter a moment of serious thought before suggesting, “Why don’t I bring him to your room?”

“No way! I can’t stand the stench of alcohol on him. You’d better get back to Alzer Palace.”

Jonah fell silent.

“Gwen. Gwen…”

booze and laced with melancholy,

I’ll explain everything to him for you tomorrow. You wouldn’t want him

her best to conceal her irritation. “Wake the maid,” she instructed. “Have her put together something to sober

“At once.”

down

the thick, furry sleeping gown tighter

cheeks were flushed with alcohol, and his

her nose with her sleeve, Gwendolyn sprayed some organic freshener to mask the stench of alcohol in the

times with the sole

Charles! This isn’t a place for you to spend the

haze of

voice and caught hold

disgust in her eyes, she snatched her garment out of his

“Let go!”

held on firmly. He was

thought of seeing Nico covered in blood from the torture that morning in his

wake the maid, Jonah had

gave him two merciless slaps

two smacks, dealt in quick succession, rang out sharp

Charles became thoroughly awake. Only then did he loosen his grip on

stroked his flaming cheeks, tender with pain, while gazing slowly up

“Gwen?”

disrupting my sleep by turning up here in

not to hear

now tinged red, were filled with helpless despair. Coupled with the handprints on

Get out. You stink so

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