The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

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.

tried to steal a glance from

big, red mark

sigh of relief. What happened

wound, the fresh red blood on his fingers reminded him

His whole body was in pain after getting

Indignance overwhelmed him.

meticulously took care of her while she was drunk. Little did he imagine she

finding 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, he could finally

eyes burned, and

the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her

vaguely sense

his head around, he exchanged

expression? Does she recognize who

of thoughts raced through his mind

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

only see you in my dreams. Even though

strong alcohol smell could

mind went blank as he looked

care! This is my dream!

closer toward him. It was clear she was up

was still in bewilderment, she lightly left a peck on his cold, thin

soft, tender feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly. He stood rooted

Did she just kiss

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

daring to move a single

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

his doubtful gaze, Gwendolyn wrapped her arms around his waist. As she shifted her gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark

dream? Who on earth

dissipated all the

though he already sensed that she had most likely mistaken him for someone else, it did not matter

doesn’t

on Gwendolyn’s face, however,

“But I feel bad.”

she leaned over and gently kissed the blood mark

kitten, trying to comfort

her viciousness

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded

his entire heart as she kissed his collarbone,

around her waist, unwilling to let

he would lose her again.

second, he wished that time