Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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.

cautiously turned his head a little and tried to steal a glance from

surprise, Gwendolyn had already collapsed on the bed, seemingly unconscious. There was a big, red mark on her forehead, and evidently, she

then did he breathe a sigh of relief. What

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

Cedrick’s eyes. His whole body was in pain

Indignance overwhelmed him.

meticulously took care of her while she was drunk. Little did he imagine she would be so ruthless toward him even when she was in such

was Sherman, and eventually getting whacked up by her, Cedrick had been suppressing his disappointment for the whole day. At

and he could feel his eyelashes wet

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

could vaguely sense her intense

head around, he

up with that expression? Does she recognize who I

his mind as he tried to figure out

sat up, approached him, and held his face. A wide smile spread across her

Even though you look somewhat different

with a strong alcohol smell could be

blank as he looked

is my dream! I have the final

closer toward him. It was clear she was

still in bewilderment, she lightly left a peck on his

flickered in Cedrick’s dark eyes. That soft, tender feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly. He

she just

of Gwendolyn’s eyes. She appeared contented, but her eyes still gave off a dazed

not daring to move a single

give me

downward, she noticed the blood mark beside the collar of his shirt.

Who on earth dares to

instantly dissipated all the grievances

sensed that she had most likely mistaken him for someone else, it

doesn’t hurt,”

on Gwendolyn’s face, however, vanished.

“But I feel bad.”

she leaned over and gently kissed

kitten, trying to comfort her injured

with her

“Gwendolyn, you—”

was dumbfounded by her

honey, melting his entire heart as

around her waist, unwilling

would lose

wished