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.

a little and tried to steal a glance from the corner of

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

he breathe a sigh of relief. What happened earlier had

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

in Cedrick’s eyes. His whole body was in pain after

Indignance overwhelmed him.

took care of her while she was drunk. Little did he imagine she would be so ruthless toward him

later that the man she fancied was Sherman, and eventually getting whacked up by her, Cedrick

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

tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes a

vaguely sense

head around, he exchanged glances with

Does

Cedrick gulped. A myriad of thoughts raced through his mind as

and held his face. A wide

Even though you look somewhat different this time, you

burp laced with a strong alcohol smell could be felt on Cedrick’s

blank as he

my dream! I have the final

smile, she inched closer toward him.

still in bewilderment, she lightly

Cedrick’s dark eyes. That soft, tender feeling on his lips could still be

Did she just

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

daring

knows what else is she going to do next? Will she give me a vicious slap on my face

arms around his waist. As she shifted her gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark beside the collar of

Who on earth dares

her eyes instantly dissipated all the grievances Cedrick had inside him

mistaken him

It doesn’t

Gwendolyn’s face, however, vanished. She

“But I feel bad.”

she leaned over and gently kissed the

a kitten, trying to

her viciousness while she beat

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded

sweet as honey, melting his entire heart as she kissed

his arms around her waist,

afraid he would lose her again. A mixture of emotions enveloped

wished that