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.”

had become Gwendolyn’s singular target as their clash

no viable escape, Cedrick refused to allow himself to be a mere punching bag for Gwendolyn’s fury. He couldn’t risk sustaining injuries that would anger

no choice but to engage in a physical confrontation. He had to

background in martial arts. Her attacks were precise, targeting vulnerable areas with

her onslaught while avoiding causing her harm.

between a man and a woman became evident. Gwendolyn’s strikes became less

a controlled counterattack

fueled Gwendolyn’s earlier attacks began to wane, replaced by weariness and

and

altercation, the duo was drenched

clean up with

caused them to arrive at the lab at three in the morning.

felt exceptionally tired tonight. Despite his

infusion, Cedrick took her

the morning, and the

a wink, fought against the weariness and carried Gwendolyn to their bedroom. for

undisturbed by the

awake at three in the afternoon.

her slumber, and as she shifted, she caught sight of

features were finely sculpted, his skin flawless, and even in his slumber, he exuded a captivating

his delicate features. With a playful touch, she traced her dainty fingertips along the

Gwendolyn closer, showering her with an overwhelming

tickled her. She placed her hand on his face and gently

around. How did last night go?” she asked, her tone turning serious.

swiftly regained his composure and proceeded to explain every intricate detail of the unforeseen events from the previous night.

basement and let other objects serve as her outlets for release had

of them contemplated the

in the basement tonight? We’ll remove any obstacles or potential dangers. You can fight me to exhaust my energy. But you have to promise not to get hurt. What

would also leave him

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

visibly drained

it seemed to be the best course of action