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…”

with melancholy, traveled up the stairs from the

have a look at him, Ms. Harris. I’ll explain everything to him for

the maid,” she

“At once.”

down

sleeping gown tighter around her and

were

freshener to mask the stench

Charles, she prodded him in the knee several times with

you to spend the night.

The haze

voice and caught hold of

the disgust in her eyes, she snatched her garment

“Let go!”

held on firmly. He was brutishly

breath, feeling the fury coursing through her head at the thought of seeing Nico covered in blood from the

to wake the maid,

him two

in quick succession, rang out sharp

he loosen his grip on her shirt and sat up

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

“Gwen?”

haughtily. After striking him, she regarded him with a bold glare. “Are you aware that you’re disrupting my sleep by turning up here in the middle of the night with a drunken tantrum? Now that you’re awake,

head, pretending not to hear

Coupled with the handprints on his cheeks, he

tears fall, yet she remained unmoved. “You can drop your act. Get out. You stink so badly that not even air freshener

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