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.

his head a little and tried to

surprise, Gwendolyn had already collapsed on the bed, seemingly unconscious. There was a big, red

relief. What happened earlier had obviously

pain radiated from his collarbone area. Pressing his hand against the wound, the fresh red

body was in pain after getting hit by

Indignance overwhelmed him.

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

burned, and he could feel his eyelashes wet with

tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a little

vaguely sense her intense

his head around, he exchanged glances

expression? Does

gulped. A myriad of thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to figure out

said anything, Gwendolyn sat up, approached him, and held

Indeed, I can only see you in my dreams. Even though you

laced with a strong alcohol smell could be

mind went blank as he

This is my

closer toward him. It was clear she was up to

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

flickered in Cedrick’s dark eyes. That soft, tender feeling on his lips could still

she just

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

his back, not daring to move

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

Gwendolyn wrapped her arms around his waist. As she shifted her gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark beside the collar of his shirt.

dream? Who on earth

her eyes instantly dissipated all

mistaken

It doesn’t hurt,”

however, vanished. She was rather

“But I feel bad.”

words fell, she leaned over and gently kissed the blood

a kitten, trying to comfort

was on par with her viciousness

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by her

lips were as sweet as honey, melting his entire

arms around her waist, unwilling to

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

second, he wished that