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.

and tried to steal a glance from the corner of his

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

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

against the wound, the fresh red blood on his fingers reminded

welled up in Cedrick’s eyes. His whole body was

Indignance overwhelmed him.

she would be so ruthless toward him

Gwendolyn liked someone else in the morning, then learned later that the man she fancied was Sherman, and eventually getting whacked up by her,

sharply, his eyes burned, and he could feel his eyelashes wet

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

vaguely sense her

around, he exchanged glances

that expression? Does she recognize who

gulped. A myriad of thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to figure out an excuse

him, and held his face. A wide smile spread

can only see you in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat different this time, you still look so handsome…”

laced with a strong alcohol smell could

went blank as he

This is my dream! I have the final

gleeful smile, she inched closer toward him. It was clear

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

feeling on his lips could still be felt

she just kiss

her eyes still gave off a dazed look, and it

not daring to

me a

Gwendolyn wrapped her arms around his waist. As she shifted her gaze downward, she noticed the blood

in my dream? Who on earth dares to

dissipated all the grievances Cedrick

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

It doesn’t hurt,” he tenderly

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

“But I feel bad.”

words fell, she leaned over and gently kissed

a kitten, trying to comfort her injured

par with her viciousness while she beat him up

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by

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

wrapped his arms around her waist, unwilling to let her

yet afraid he would lose her again. A

a second, he wished that time could