The Ex and Her Riches

Cedrick swiftly swung open the basement door when he heard the excruciating scream.

As the lights flickered on, he was met with a scene of chaos and destruction.

The tools intended for Gwendolyn’s release lay shattered, a result of her uncontrollable frenzy.

At that moment, she resembled a wild creature, fierce and untamed.

Amidst the disarray, Cedrick’s primary concern was Gwendolyn’s well–being.

He carefully scanned her body, relieved to find no visible wounds or traces of blood. However, her piercing red eyes remained fixed upon him, unwavering and intense, as if she regarded him as her target.

“Gwenny?” Cedrick called out, but his words were met with silence.

It was clear that she had yet to break free from her maniac state.

In that instant, Cedrick comprehended Gwendolyn’s motives. She had deliberately lured him into opening the door by emitting an unfamiliar sound.

Despite Gwendolyn’s loss of consciousness, her instincts remained sharp.

Cedrick stood his ground, maintaining a safe distance, waiting for her to dismantle the sandbags and launch herself toward him.

Within two minutes, the final sandbag was reduced to tatters, leaving a trail of scattered sand in its wake.

Gwendolyn, resembling a terrifying apparition, launched herself at Cedrick with astonishing speed.

A resounding slap whizzed through the air.

Cedrick’s quick reflexes enabled him to seize her wrist, deftly avoiding the blow.

The duo engaged in a fierce confrontation in the basement.

In the past, they had avoided physical confrontations in the bedroom as Cedrick was concerned that Gwendolyn might inadvertently damage something or injure herself amid the turmoil.

However, the altered basement was stripped of any sharp objects. Hence, Cedrick could carefully plan his movements to ensure Gwendolyn’s safety.

“Come on, Darling. Let’s battle, and we shall see who tires first.”

target as their clash

himself to be a mere punching bag for Gwendolyn’s fury. He couldn’t risk sustaining injuries that would anger her further.

Cedrick was left with no choice but to engage in a physical confrontation. He had to find a way to engage in

background in martial arts. Her attacks were precise, targeting

her onslaught while avoiding causing her harm.

hour, and the discrepancy in physical stamina. between a man and a woman became evident. Gwendolyn’s strikes became less aggressive, and her movements more erratic and

a

intent that had fueled Gwendolyn’s earlier attacks began to wane, replaced by

to exhaustion and collapsed

the duo

the bedroom and helped her clean up with a shower

had caused them to arrive at the

for a few days, disrupting his sleep schedule. He felt exceptionally tired tonight.

infusion, Cedrick took her

was six in the morning, and the

slept a wink, fought against the weariness and carried Gwendolyn to their bedroom. for much–needed

slept soundly, undisturbed by the passing hours.

stirred awake at three in the

the firm embrace that had encircled her petite waist throughout her slumber, and as she shifted, she caught sight of Cedrick

finely sculpted, his skin flawless, and even in

found herself mesmerized by his delicate features. With a playful touch, she traced her dainty fingertips along the bridge

eyes, and the first thing he did was pull Gwendolyn closer, showering her

as his kisses tickled her. She placed her hand on his face and gently pushed him away.

did last night go?” she asked, her tone turning

and proceeded to explain every intricate detail of the unforeseen

the basement and let other objects serve as her outlets

of them contemplated the situation

we sleep in the basement tonight? We’ll remove any obstacles or potential dangers. You can fight me to exhaust my energy. But

solution would also leave

the fight, he would have to help, Gwendolyn shower, constantly hold her in his arms, and accompany her to the

experience last night had visibly drained

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