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.

head a little and tried to steal a glance from the

big, red mark on her

a sigh of relief. What happened earlier

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

His whole body was in pain after getting hit

Indignance overwhelmed him.

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

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

sharply, his eyes burned, and he could feel his

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

vaguely sense

head around, he exchanged glances

up with that expression? Does she recognize who

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

held his face. A

huh? Indeed, I can only see you in my dreams. Even though

a strong alcohol smell could be

mind went blank as he

is my dream! I have the final

she inched closer toward him. It was clear

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

on his lips could still be felt

she just kiss

eyes still gave off a dazed look, and

not daring

give me a vicious slap on my face or kick

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

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

dissipated all the grievances Cedrick had inside him

that she had most likely mistaken him for someone else, it did not

fine. It doesn’t

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

“But I feel bad.”

and gently

was just like a kitten, trying to comfort her injured

gentleness was on par with her viciousness while she

“Gwendolyn, you—”

was dumbfounded by her

were as sweet as honey, melting his entire heart as she kissed his

wrapped his arms around her waist, unwilling to let her

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

second, he wished that time