The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 541 The Same Routine

Without hesitation, his hand shot out to grab Gwendolyn’s left wrist.

With her two hands restrained, the frenzied Gwendolyn started kicking her legs.

Cedrick was forced to move backward. Once he let go of her, he rolled twice across the bed before landing steadily on the carpet.

While Gwendolyn went to look for more objects to alleviate her emotions, he took the opportunity to dash to the closet to grab a belt, the moonlight the only light source for him in the dark. Before Gwendolyn could throw something else onto the ground, he rushed to the other side of the bed and placed the belt in her hand.

Once Gwendolyn got hold of a weapon, the bloodlust in her eyes grew more intense.

“Wait!” Cedrick cried out in a panic,

In the next second, he took off his pajamas and threw them on the bed before standing naked in front of Gwendolyn. He did not want another set of clothes destroyed again.

“Come, Gwenny. Do it fast so we can go back to sleep.”

Gwendolyn roared as if she had turned into a beast without rationality and sentience.

There was nothing but anger in her eyes-there was no trace of pity for him-as she swung the belt toward him.

Smack!

Every whip she did struck an old wound, but Cedrick endured it with deep breaths and gritted teeth as he covered his crotch.

Quietly, he counted the attacks, wondering how long more he had to endure them.

The whooshing of the whipping belt was terrifying in the silent night.

The one-sided violence lasted close to an hour.

Eventually, the whipping grew weaker.

When Cedrick lifted his head, he noticed the manic quality in Gwendolyn’s eyes fading away, giving place to exhaustion.

The second she fell backward, Cedrick shot forward to grab her.

Like the night before, he nimbly placed her back on the bed.

He had been keeping tracking earlier, so he knew she had delivered two hundred and eighteen strikes on him. Genny’s strong when she’s manic

He inhaled sharply.

It hurt terribly.

inch of his skin was

on the edge of the bed while he took calculated breaths. It took

been removed, and turning on the ceiling lights would startle Gwendolyn awake, so Cedrick picked up his pajamas from the bed in the dark and felt his way out of

way to the refrigerator for an ice pack. As he held it

and there was no part of his skin that

and black-he was covered in the signs

himself steady with a hand on the

from the act,

he had not been sleeping well for the past few

medication to cure her, so Cedrick had to quickly treat himself before taking Gwendolyn to

that thought in mind, he forced himself to snap back to his senses and grabbed the anti- inflammatory cream Joshua had given him during the day to apply to

turned into flames from an inferno, burning his skin.

a man with a high pain tolerance, was unable to withstand the

entire body, and the world spun around him. He

a towel and bit

cream.

stress from the agonizing session. After putting

them. Nevertheless, Cedrick let no pained sound

he had rushed back to the lab to work overtime. After administering intravenous therapy for Gwendolyn, Joshua turned to look at Cedrick with a frown “This is too tiring for you, Cedrick. Go and rest in the room at the side. This will take

watch over her

to hold Gwendolyn’s hand as he stood beside

already woken you up in the middle of the night to work. I can’t possibly ask you to keep an eye

to his wife reminded Joshua of how Gwendolyn had delivered the serum to the lab in the middle

envious of your relationship. If only life was

his grip on Gwendolyn’s hand. “It will be. These difficult times will pass, and our family will have a

It’s not as

Joshua dragged a

and swelling on Cedrick’s

bad, and

at his wrist. “This is nothing. I’ll deal with

sighed. He reached out, thinking to pat the back of Cedrick’s hand in consolation, but quickly realized that there was no

midair for a whole

the medication on your back, right? Sit down. I’ll

a shake of his head. “I’ve already treated it with a spray before coming out. It’s not affecting me and

at his insistence, knowing that nothing he said could change his mind.

himself with a hand on the bed, he

should sedate her. Don’t be her punching bag anymore. Look at you. One more beating, and you’re

did not speak as he tried to keep

wear tomorrow night. It’s better than letting her hit you