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.

skin was screaming

a hand on the edge of the bed while he took calculated breaths. It took him a long time to recollect

lights would startle Gwendolyn awake, so Cedrick picked up his pajamas from the bed in

before making his way to the refrigerator for an ice pack. As he held it against his cheek, he checked the injuries on the rest

twice the amount of injuries than before, and there was no part of his skin that had been spared from

and black-he was covered in

and he had to keep himself steady with a

the act,

he had not been sleeping well for the past

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

himself to snap back to his senses and grabbed the anti- inflammatory cream Joshua had

medication. Initially, Cedrick felt a cooling sensation on his skin, but it soon turned into flames from an inferno,

worse than when he was hit. Even Cedrick, a man with a high pain tolerance,

sweat covered his entire body, and the world spun around him. He could barely

towel

cream.

of water to calm the stress from the agonizing session. After putting on his pajamas, he went back upstairs to look

wounds, and when he carried Gwendolyn, her weight pressed against them. Nevertheless, Cedrick let no pained sound leave his mouth as he silently carried

look

watch over

continued to hold Gwendolyn’s hand as he stood

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

relationship. If only

difficult

keep you company then. It’s

a chair

he keenly spotted the abrasion and swelling on Cedrick’s wrist,

bad, and it’s

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

hand in consolation, but quickly realized that there was no part of Cedrick he could touch

was frozen in midair for

must be hard to apply the medication on your

spray before coming out. It’s

that nothing he said could change his mind. Hence, he quietly sat beside Cedrick and waited for Gwendolyn to be

he supported himself with a hand on the

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

tried to keep his rapid pained breathing

wear tomorrow night. It’s better than letting