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.

to steal a glance from the corner of his

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

did he breathe a sigh of relief. What

from his collarbone area. Pressing his hand against the wound, the fresh red blood on his fingers reminded him about

His whole body

Indignance overwhelmed him.

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

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 no

nose stung sharply, his eyes burned, and he could feel his

intently at the blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a little

could vaguely sense

he exchanged

up with that expression? Does she recognize

Cedrick gulped. A myriad of thoughts raced through his mind as he

he said anything, Gwendolyn sat up, approached him, and held his face. A wide smile spread

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

alcohol

as he looked

is my dream! I

closer toward him.

bewilderment, she lightly left a peck on his cold,

feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly.

Did she just kiss

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

straightened his back, not daring to move a

to do next? Will she give me a

her gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark beside

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

distressed look in her eyes instantly dissipated all

she had most likely mistaken him for someone else,

doesn’t hurt,”

however, vanished.

“But I feel bad.”

fell, she leaned over and gently kissed the blood mark on

a kitten, trying

with her viciousness

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded

as sweet as honey, melting his entire heart as she

wrapped his arms around her waist, unwilling to let

and surprised, yet afraid he would lose her

he wished that time could