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…”

laced with melancholy, traveled up

him, Ms. Harris. I’ll explain everything to

maid,” she

“At once.”

down

pulled the thick, furry sleeping gown tighter around her and followed him down the

were flushed with alcohol, and his

organic freshener to mask the stench of alcohol in the

in the knee several times with the sole of her slipper, trying to wake

for you to spend the night. Get

haze of

reached out toward the sound of Gwendolyn’s voice and caught

her eyes, she snatched her garment out

“Let go!”

held on firmly.

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

left to wake the maid,

hand, she gave him two merciless slaps across his

in quick succession, rang out sharp

cheeks stinging with pain, Charles became thoroughly awake. Only then did he loosen his grip on her

massaged his swollen head and stroked his flaming cheeks, tender with

“Gwen?”

her chin haughtily. After striking him, she regarded him with a bold glare. “Are you aware that you’re disrupting my sleep by turning up here

hung his head, pretending not to hear her. Suddenly, he began

were filled with helpless despair. Coupled with the handprints on

Get out. You stink so badly that not even

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