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.”

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

choice but to engage in a physical confrontation. He had to find a way to engage in the fight while minimizing harm.

forceful strikes honed by her background in martial arts. Her attacks were precise,

having to withstand her onslaught while avoiding causing her harm. With unwavering focus, he

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

seized the opportunity to launch a controlled counterattack without causing

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

and collapsed in

fierce altercation, the duo was

helped her clean up with a shower before they headed to the

them to arrive at the lab at three in the

working late shifts for a few days, disrupting his sleep schedule. He felt exceptionally tired tonight. Despite his exhaustion, he managed to

infusion, Cedrick took her back to

six in the morning, and the sky

the weariness and

slept soundly, undisturbed by the passing

finally stirred awake at three in the afternoon.

the firm embrace that had encircled her petite waist throughout her slumber,

were finely sculpted, his skin flawless, and even in his slumber,

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

first thing he did was pull Gwendolyn closer, showering her with an overwhelming storm of kisses

her. She placed her

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

his composure and proceeded to explain every intricate detail of the unforeseen events from the previous

basement and let other objects

both of them contemplated the situation at

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 do you

would also leave

shower, constantly hold her in his arms, and

visibly drained his

seemed to be the best course of action