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…”

melancholy, traveled up the stairs

have a look at him, Ms. Harris. I’ll explain everything to him for you tomorrow. You wouldn’t want him to be keeping you awake, I’m sure. I’m

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

“At once.”

sprinted down

tighter around her and followed

sprawled on the couch. His cheeks were flushed with alcohol,

freshener to mask the stench of alcohol

knee several times

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

eyelashes twitched. The haze of intoxication receded

toward the sound of Gwendolyn’s voice and caught hold

in her

“Let go!”

firmly. He was brutishly

the thought of seeing

to wake the

hand, she gave him two

smacks, dealt in quick succession, rang out

became thoroughly awake. Only then did he loosen his grip on her shirt and

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

“Gwen?”

disrupting my sleep by turning up here in the middle of the night with a drunken tantrum? Now that

to hear her. Suddenly, he began

now tinged red, were filled with helpless despair. Coupled with the handprints on his cheeks, he looked as if he had emerged from an altercation worse

act. Get out. You stink so badly that not even

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