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

red mark on her forehead, and evidently,

of relief. What happened earlier had obviously left a

the wound, the fresh red blood on his fingers reminded him about everything that happened

body was in pain after getting hit

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

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

and he could feel his eyelashes

him as he stared intently at the blood on the tip of his fingers, Gwendolyn opened her eyes

could vaguely sense her intense

around, he exchanged glances with

expression? Does she recognize

his mind as he

said anything, Gwendolyn sat up, approached him, and held his face. A wide smile spread across her flushing red

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

strong alcohol smell could be felt on

he looked at her in a

is my dream! I have

closer toward him. It was clear she

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

soft, tender feeling on his lips could still

Did she

appeared contented, but her eyes still gave off

back, not daring to move a single

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

her gaze downward, she noticed the blood mark beside

get injured even in my dream? Who on earth dares

instantly dissipated all the grievances Cedrick had inside him

most likely mistaken him for someone else,

fine. It doesn’t hurt,” he tenderly

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

“But I feel bad.”

and gently kissed

a kitten, trying

gentleness was on par with her viciousness while she beat him up

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by

melting his entire heart

wrapped his arms around her waist, unwilling to

afraid he would lose her again. A

he wished that time