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.

turned his head a little and tried to steal a glance

red mark on her forehead, and evidently, she had passed out after

then did he breathe a sigh of relief. What happened

Pressing his hand against the wound,

His whole body was in pain after getting hit by

Indignance overwhelmed him.

meticulously took care of her while she was drunk. Little did he imagine she would be so ruthless toward him even when she was 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.

eyes burned, and he

blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her

vaguely sense her

he exchanged glances with

that expression? Does

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

and held

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

laced with a strong alcohol smell could be felt

he looked

care! This is my dream!

inched closer toward him. It

she lightly left

still be felt vividly. He stood rooted to the ground

Did she just

She appeared contented, but her eyes still gave off a

straightened his back, not daring

me a vicious slap on my face or kick me in

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

injured even in my dream? Who on earth dares to hurt you? I’ll

in her eyes instantly dissipated all the grievances Cedrick had inside him

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

doesn’t hurt,”

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

“But I feel bad.”

her words fell, she leaned over and gently kissed the blood mark

a kitten, trying to comfort her injured

with her viciousness while she beat him

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by

honey, melting his entire heart as she kissed his collarbone, stirring

her waist, unwilling to

surprised, yet afraid he would lose her again. A

wished that time