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

was a big, red mark on her forehead, and evidently, she had

What happened earlier had obviously left

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

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

Indignance overwhelmed him.

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. At this point, he

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

of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a little and fixed her gaze on

sense her

his head around, he exchanged

up with that expression? Does she

raced through his mind as he tried to figure out an excuse to

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

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

laced with a strong alcohol smell could

went blank as he

care! This is my

a gleeful smile, she inched closer toward him. It

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

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

she

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

back, not daring to

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

she shifted her gaze downward, she noticed the

Who on earth dares to

eyes instantly dissipated

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

doesn’t hurt,”

on Gwendolyn’s face, however, vanished.

“But I feel bad.”

she leaned over and gently

was just like a kitten, trying

with her viciousness while she beat him up

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by her

sweet as honey, melting his entire

arms around her waist, unwilling

would lose her

second, he wished that time could