Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 221 Heaven And Hell Having been viciously kicked on the side of the waist by Gwendolyn’s foot, Cedrick was in such pain his body spasmed uncontrollably.

He held his hands over his waist, and before he could come to terms with the excruciating pain, she swiftly reached for the decorative vase on the nightstand and swung it toward his head.

Cedrick hastily covered his head and bent over.

He did not fight back, neither did he dodge.

He merely stood there and allowed her to hit him.

Gwendolyn smashed the vase in her grip on his back three times consecutively.

Because she was feeling dizzy, she could not muster much strength, so her moves were not as forceful.

Nonetheless, it still hurt as the dense porcelain vase smashed against his back.

Cedrick was probably traumatized at that point.

Frustration swamped him.

I’ll never put anything that can be used as a weapon on my nightstand next time! Seemingly unable to vent her anger after hitting the man several times, Gwendolyn aggressively slammed the vase on the corner of the table, shattering it into pieces.

Then, she hurled the sharp edge of the broken shard toward Cedrick.

“Gwendolyn!” Worried that the broken shard would hurt her, Cedrick instinctively backed away.

Because of his brief hesitation, he did not manage to dodge in time and got cut by a piece of broken shard on his right collarbone.

A faint blood scratch mark appeared on his skin, and the collar of his white shirt was stained by blood quickly.

Gwendolyn had wanted to slit his neck, but she missed it and cut his collarbone instead.

Taking opportunity of the situation, Cedrick hurriedly grabbed her wrist and threw the weapon in her grip aside.

Gwendolyn glared at his face furiously.

“Cedrick! You’re probably wearing this thing on your face to scare me, aren’t you? I shall see how ugly the face behind this mask is!” “Don’t… I—” Before he could clarify anything, Gwendolyn hit her forehead against his.

As he loosened his grip, she regained freedom of her hands and swiftly took off his mask.

Cedrick was utterly stunned.

How can she still be so ferocious when she’s drunk? With the mask removed, he had his back to her in guilt.

He dared not turn around, and his heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

He waited for a second.

Then, two… Unexpectedly, Gwendolyn, who had been taunting aggressively behind him, suddenly turned quiet.

Even the atmosphere fell into complete silence.

He cautiously turned his head a little and tried to steal a glance from the corner of his eye.

To his surprise, Gwendolyn had already collapsed on the bed, seemingly unconscious.

a big, red mark on her forehead, and evidently,

did he breathe a sigh

left a

stinging pain radiated from his

red blood on

up in Cedrick’s

pain after getting hit by

Indignance overwhelmed him.

meticulously took care of her while she was

ruthless toward him even when she

finding out that Gwendolyn liked someone else in the morning, then learned later that the man she fancied was Sherman, and eventually getting whacked up by her, Cedrick

this point, he could finally no

eyes burned, and he could feel his eyelashes wet with

he stared intently at the blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened

sense

around, he exchanged glances with

she recognize who I am?

of thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to figure out an excuse to fool

up, approached him, and held

across

time, you still look so handsome…” Burp… A burp laced with a strong alcohol smell

went blank as he

dream! I have the final

was clear she was up

in bewilderment, she lightly

flickered in

soft, tender feeling on his lips could still

stood rooted to the ground as if he

Did she just kiss me? A smile crinkled the corners of Gwendolyn’s

but her eyes still gave off a dazed look, and it was a sign that she

back, not daring to move a single

do next? Will she give me a vicious slap on my face or kick me in

the blood mark beside the

look crossed

you get injured even in my dream? Who on earth dares to hurt you? I’ll kill him!” The distressed look in her eyes instantly dissipated

she had most likely mistaken him for someone else,

“I’m fine.

doesn’t hurt,” he

on Gwendolyn’s

She was rather unhappy.

“But I feel bad.

leaned over and gently kissed

like a kitten, trying to comfort her

on par with her viciousness while she

was dumbfounded

soft lips were as sweet as honey, melting his entire heart as she kissed his collarbone, stirring up

his arms around her

surprised, yet afraid he would

of

he wished that

selfishly hoped Gwendolyn’s love and care