Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

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?

not turn around, and his heart was

a second. Then,

taunting aggressively behind him, suddenly turned quiet. Even the atmosphere fell into complete

to

bed, seemingly unconscious. There was a big, red

breathe a sigh of relief. What happened

collarbone area. Pressing his hand against the wound, the fresh red blood

Cedrick’s eyes. His whole body was in pain after getting hit

Indignance overwhelmed him.

was drunk. Little did he imagine she would be so ruthless toward him even when she

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 had been suppressing his disappointment for the whole day. At this point,

his eyes burned, and he could feel his eyelashes

at the blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a little and fixed her gaze on him quietly for a long

could vaguely sense her intense

his head around, he exchanged

expression? Does she recognize

Cedrick gulped. A myriad of thoughts raced through his mind as

held his face. A wide smile spread

again, huh? Indeed, I can only see you in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat

with a strong alcohol smell could be

mind went blank as he looked at

care! This is my dream! I have the final

closer toward him. It was clear she was

was still in bewilderment, she lightly

feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly. He stood rooted to the ground

Did she just

still gave off a dazed look, and it was a sign that she was still in her drunkard

his back, not daring to move a

give me a vicious slap on

his waist. As she shifted her gaze downward, she noticed

even in my dream? Who on earth dares to hurt you? I’ll

dissipated all the grievances Cedrick had

she had most likely mistaken him for someone else,

doesn’t hurt,” he

smile on Gwendolyn’s face, however, vanished.

“But I feel bad.”

and gently kissed the blood mark on his

like a kitten, trying to

par with her

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by her

entire heart as she kissed his collarbone, stirring up

wrapped his arms around her waist, unwilling to

would lose her again. A