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.

little and tried to steal a glance

unconscious. There was a big, red mark

a sigh of relief. What happened earlier had obviously left a lingering

area. Pressing his hand against the wound, the fresh red blood

welled up in Cedrick’s eyes. His whole body was in pain after getting hit

Indignance overwhelmed him.

she was drunk. Little did he imagine she would be so ruthless toward

whacked up by her, Cedrick had been suppressing his disappointment for the whole day. At this point, he could finally

sharply, his eyes burned, and he could

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

sense

head around, he

with that expression? Does she recognize who I

raced through his mind as he tried to figure out

sat up, approached him, and held his

in my dreams. Even though you look somewhat

laced with a strong alcohol

he looked at her in a

care! This is my dream!

toward him. It was clear she was up to no

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

dark eyes. That soft, tender feeling on his lips could still be felt vividly. He stood rooted to

she

Gwendolyn’s eyes. She appeared contented, but her eyes still gave off a dazed look, and it was a sign that she was

daring

to do next? Will she give me

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

injured even in my dream? Who on earth dares to hurt you?

her eyes instantly dissipated

already sensed that she had most likely mistaken him for someone else, it did not matter

doesn’t

however, vanished. She

“But I feel bad.”

she leaned over and

like a kitten,

with her

“Gwendolyn, you—”

dumbfounded by her

melting his entire heart as

his arms around her waist,

yet afraid he would lose her again.

a second, he wished that time