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?

his back to her in guilt. He dared not turn around, and his heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was about

waited for a

him, suddenly turned quiet. Even the atmosphere

a little and tried to steal a

seemingly unconscious. There was a big, red mark on her

breathe a sigh of relief. What

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

eyes. His whole body was in pain after getting hit

Indignance overwhelmed him.

she was drunk. Little did he imagine she would be

morning, then learned later that the man she fancied was Sherman, and eventually getting whacked up by

and he could feel his

overwhelmed him as he stared intently at the blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a little

could vaguely sense her

he exchanged glances

with that expression? Does she recognize who

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

Gwendolyn sat up, approached him, and held his face. A wide smile spread across her flushing red

see you in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat different this

with a strong alcohol smell could

as he looked at her in

don’t care! This is my dream!

inched closer toward him. It was clear she was up to no

she lightly left a

in Cedrick’s dark eyes. That soft, tender feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly. He stood rooted to the ground

she just

crinkled the corners of Gwendolyn’s eyes. She appeared contented, but her eyes still gave off a

back, not daring

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

she shifted her gaze downward, she

my dream? Who on earth dares

her eyes instantly dissipated all the grievances Cedrick

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

It doesn’t hurt,” he tenderly

smile on Gwendolyn’s face, however, vanished. She

“But I feel bad.”

fell, she leaned over and gently kissed the blood

was just like a kitten,

gentleness was on par with her viciousness

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by

as honey, melting his entire

his arms around her

afraid he would lose her again. A mixture of emotions enveloped