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.

mark on her forehead, and evidently, she had passed out

then did he breathe a sigh of

left a lingering fear

radiated from his collarbone

the wound, the fresh red blood on his fingers reminded him

up

whole body was in pain

Indignance overwhelmed him.

care of her

be so ruthless toward him even when she

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

he could finally no longer

stung sharply, his eyes burned, and

at the blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a little and fixed her

vaguely sense her intense

he exchanged glances with

Does she recognize who I am? Nervous,

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

anything, Gwendolyn sat up,

across her flushing

huh? Indeed, I can only see you in my dreaMs. Even though you look somewhat different this time, you still look so handsome…” Burp… A burp laced with a strong alcohol smell could be felt

he looked at her

my dream! I have the final say!” With a gleeful smile, she inched closer

she was up to no

in bewilderment, she lightly left a peck on his cold,

flickered in

tender feeling on his lips could still be

to the ground as if

she just kiss me? A smile crinkled the corners

her eyes still gave off a dazed look, and

his back, not daring

Will she give me a vicious slap on my face or kick me in my waist again? Under his doubtful gaze, Gwendolyn wrapped her arms around

gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark beside the collar

pained look

dares to hurt you? I’ll kill him!” The distressed look in her eyes instantly dissipated

that she had most likely mistaken him for someone else, it did not matter

“I’m fine.

hurt,” he tenderly

on Gwendolyn’s face,

She was rather unhappy.

“But I feel bad.

words fell, she leaned over and gently kissed

kitten, trying to comfort her injured

gentleness was on par with her viciousness while she beat him

you—” Cedrick was dumbfounded by

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

her waist, unwilling

yet afraid he would

of

second, he wished that time

Gwendolyn’s love and care would