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?

dared not turn around, and his heart was pounding so fast it

waited for a second. Then,

him, suddenly turned quiet.

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

big, red mark on her

relief. What happened earlier had obviously

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

in Cedrick’s eyes. His whole body was

Indignance overwhelmed him.

Little did he imagine she would be so ruthless toward him even

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

burned, and he could feel

stared intently 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

vaguely sense her intense

head around, he exchanged

expression? Does she recognize who I

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

approached him, and held his face. A wide smile spread across her flushing

in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat

alcohol smell could be

as he looked

is my dream! I

smile, she inched closer toward him. It was clear she was up

bewilderment, she lightly left a

eyes. That soft, tender feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly. He stood rooted to the ground as

she

gave off a dazed look, and it was a sign that

daring to move a single

going to do next? Will she give me a vicious

she shifted her gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark

get injured even in my dream? Who on earth dares to hurt you?

instantly dissipated all

he already sensed that she had most likely mistaken

fine. It doesn’t hurt,” he

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

“But I feel bad.”

leaned over and gently kissed the blood

a kitten, trying to comfort

par with her viciousness while she beat

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded

sweet as honey, melting his entire heart

his arms around her waist, unwilling to let her

and surprised, yet afraid he would lose her again. A mixture of emotions