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

to be a mere punching

no choice but to engage in a physical confrontation. He had to find a way to engage in the fight

of forceful strikes honed by her background in martial

himself in a precarious position, having to withstand her onslaught while avoiding causing her

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

the opportunity to launch a controlled counterattack without causing lasting harm.

minutes later, the malicious intent that had fueled Gwendolyn’s earlier attacks began to wane, replaced by weariness and

to exhaustion and collapsed in Cedrick’s

fierce altercation, the duo was drenched in sweat.

up with a shower

arrive at the lab at three in

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

Cedrick took her back to Harrick

six in the morning, and the sky had slowly brightened.

a wink, fought against the weariness

undisturbed by the passing

awake at three in the afternoon.

petite waist throughout her slumber, and as she shifted, she caught sight of Cedrick peacefully sleeping

sculpted, his skin flawless, and even

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

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

placed her hand on his face

go?” she asked, her tone

to explain every intricate

other objects serve as her outlets

silent as both of them contemplated the situation

can fight me to exhaust my energy. But you have to promise

solution would also leave him exhausted.

hold her in

had visibly drained his energy, leaving him exhausted.

it seemed to be the best course of action