Out of nowhere, he recalled the way Gwynn’s body shook when they first kissed.

Back then, her eyes were filled with nothing but love when she looked at him. Now, however, her eyes were brimming with unfeeling coldness.

Gwynn said softly, “Why didn’t you slap me? Why didn’t you do what’s right by your beloved mistress?”

He simmered down and was calm again.

Just as he was about to speak, she raised the same vase and smashed his head with all her might. She didn’t pull back at all. She really