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 steal a glance from

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

did he breathe a sigh of relief. What happened earlier had obviously left

against the wound, the fresh red blood on his fingers

body was in

Indignance overwhelmed him.

she was drunk. Little did he imagine she would be so ruthless

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,

nose stung sharply, his eyes burned, and he could

the blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a little and fixed her

could vaguely sense her

he

expression? Does

thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to figure

him, and held his face. A wide smile spread

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

strong alcohol smell could

as he looked at her in

This is my dream! I have the

him. It was clear she

in bewilderment, she lightly left a peck on

lips could still

she

corners of Gwendolyn’s eyes. She appeared contented, but her eyes still gave off a dazed look, and it

straightened his back, not daring to move

to do next? Will she give me

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

dream? Who on earth dares to hurt you?

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

already sensed that she had most likely mistaken him for someone

It doesn’t hurt,” he

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

“But I feel bad.”

and

like a kitten, trying to comfort

her viciousness while

“Gwendolyn, you—”

was dumbfounded

lips were as sweet as honey, melting his entire heart as she kissed his collarbone, stirring up his

around her waist, unwilling to let her

touched, satisfied, and surprised, yet afraid he would lose her again. A mixture

second, he wished that time