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?

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

for a second.

him, suddenly turned

a little and tried to steal a glance from the corner of

There was a big, red

breathe a sigh of relief. What happened earlier had

hand against the wound, the fresh red blood on his fingers reminded him about everything

Cedrick’s eyes. His whole body was in

Indignance overwhelmed him.

her while she was drunk. Little did he imagine she would be so ruthless

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, he could

his eyes burned, and he could feel his eyelashes wet with

tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a little and fixed her gaze

vaguely sense her intense

he exchanged

expression? Does she

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

anything, Gwendolyn sat up, approached him, and held his face. A

in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat different this time, you still look so handsome…”

alcohol smell could be felt on

he

This is my dream! I have the final

gleeful smile, she inched closer toward him. It

she lightly left

could still be felt vividly. He stood rooted to the ground as

she just

of Gwendolyn’s eyes. She appeared contented, but her eyes still gave off a dazed look, and it was a sign

straightened his back, not daring to move a single

going to do next? Will she give me a

shifted her gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark beside the collar of his shirt. A pained look

even in my dream? Who on earth

dissipated all

already sensed that she had most likely mistaken him for someone else, it

doesn’t hurt,”

however, vanished. She was

“But I feel bad.”

over and gently kissed

a kitten,

par with her viciousness while she beat him

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by

as honey, melting his entire

her waist, unwilling

was touched, satisfied, and surprised, yet afraid he would