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…”

and laced with melancholy,

Ms. Harris. I’ll explain everything to him for you tomorrow.

conceal her irritation. “Wake the maid,” she instructed. “Have her

“At once.”

down the

furry sleeping gown tighter

couch. His cheeks were flushed with alcohol,

organic freshener

she prodded him in the knee several times with the sole of her slipper, trying

This isn’t a place for you to spend the night. Get lost back to your Alzer Palace after having

eyelashes twitched. The haze of intoxication

toward the sound of Gwendolyn’s voice and caught hold of a

in her eyes, she snatched

“Let go!”

firmly. He

through her head at the thought of seeing Nico covered

wake the

him two merciless slaps across

dealt in quick

thoroughly awake. Only then did he loosen his

head and stroked his flaming cheeks, tender with

“Gwen?”

you aware that you’re disrupting my sleep by turning up here in the middle of

head, pretending not to hear her. Suddenly, he

tinged red, were filled with helpless despair. Coupled with the handprints on his cheeks, he looked as if he had

“You can drop your act. Get out. You

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