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

no viable escape, Cedrick refused to allow himself 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

by her background in martial

found himself in a precarious position, having to withstand her onslaught while avoiding causing her harm. With

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

to launch a controlled counterattack without causing lasting harm.

earlier attacks began to wane, replaced by weariness and a flicker

to exhaustion and collapsed in

altercation, the duo was drenched in sweat.

helped her clean up with a shower before

caused them to arrive at the lab at three in the

days, disrupting his sleep schedule. He felt exceptionally tired tonight. Despite his exhaustion, he managed to administer the necessary IV treatment

had finished the infusion, Cedrick took her back

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

against the weariness and carried Gwendolyn to their bedroom. for much–needed rest.

undisturbed by the passing hours.

stirred awake at three in

had encircled her petite waist throughout her slumber, and as

and even in his slumber, he exuded

by his delicate features. With a playful touch, she traced her

and the first thing he did was pull Gwendolyn closer, showering her with an overwhelming storm

but giggle as his kisses tickled her. She placed her hand on his face and gently

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

proceeded to explain every intricate detail of the unforeseen events from the previous night.

Gwendolyn in the basement and let other objects serve as her

was silent as both of them

why don’t we sleep 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

also leave

constantly hold her in his arms, and accompany

visibly drained his

seemed to be the best