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 the corner of his

There was a big, red mark on her forehead, and evidently, she had passed out after smashing her

breathe a sigh of relief. What

hand against the wound, the fresh red blood on his fingers reminded him about everything that

whole body was in pain after

Indignance overwhelmed him.

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

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

and

the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a

vaguely sense her

head around, he exchanged glances with

up with that expression? Does she recognize who

his mind

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

I can only see you in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat

with a strong alcohol smell could be felt

mind went blank as he looked at her in a

is my dream! I have the

him. It was clear she was up to

in bewilderment, she lightly left

feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly. He stood rooted to the ground as

she just kiss

her eyes still gave off a dazed look, and it was a sign that she was still

back, not daring to move

me a vicious slap on my face or kick me in my waist

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

dream? Who

distressed look in her eyes instantly dissipated all

likely mistaken him for someone else, it did not matter to

doesn’t hurt,” he tenderly

smile on Gwendolyn’s face, however, vanished.

“But I feel bad.”

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

a kitten, trying to

on par with her viciousness

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by

soft lips were as sweet as honey, melting his entire heart as she

arms around her waist, unwilling to

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

second, he wished that time could