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.

little and tried to steal a glance from the corner

Gwendolyn had already collapsed on the bed, seemingly unconscious. There was a big, red mark on her forehead, and evidently, she had passed

What

his hand against the wound,

Cedrick’s eyes. His whole body was in pain after getting hit by

Indignance overwhelmed him.

drunk. Little did he imagine she

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 longer hold his

stung sharply, his eyes burned, and he could

as he 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

vaguely sense her

he exchanged glances with

up with that expression? Does

mind as

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

dreaming again, huh? Indeed, I can only see you in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat different this time,

burp laced with a strong alcohol smell

blank as he looked at her in a

This is my

inched closer toward him.

lightly left a peck on his cold, thin

still be felt vividly. He stood rooted to

Did she

eyes still gave off

daring to move

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

shifted her gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark beside the collar of his shirt. A pained look crossed

my dream? Who on earth dares to hurt you?

eyes instantly dissipated all the grievances Cedrick had

mistaken him for someone else, it did not

fine. It doesn’t hurt,”

however, vanished. She

“But I feel bad.”

words fell, she leaned over and gently kissed the

like a kitten, trying to comfort

on par with her viciousness while she beat him

“Gwendolyn, you—”

was dumbfounded by

entire heart as she kissed his

her waist, unwilling to let her

would lose her again. A

second, he wished that