The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 6 My Divorce Compensation

Hearing Gwendolyn’s remark, Maverick frowned. When did I say that I wanted to abandon her? And why would she think so?

Bewilderment deluged him. Just as he was going to chase after her and talk things out, someone clutched at the hem of his suit pants from behind.

On the ground, Natasha lifted her face, looking all piteous.

Sobbing softly, she rationalized, “Mave… I’m sorry. I was just afraid… I was afraid that you would’ve really fallen in love with Gwendolyn in the three years I’ve been away. I was scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore…”

With his brows still creased together, Maverick looked down at her. The instant he glimpsed her slightly swollen cheek, his gaze softened. Ultimately, he reached out and helped her up, his voice turning gentle.

“I’ve said that I’ll give you a status. A divorce was merely a matter of time. This time, you were too impatient.”

Grasping his sleeve, Natasha pouted forlornly. “It was all my fault, but I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I just used the wrong method. Mave… please forgive me!”

Upon receiving no further response from the man, she leaned against him weakly and tentatively bared an expanse of her fair shoulder.

Maverick’s gaze darkened, and he almost instinctively pushed her away.

“Mave!”

The red tinge to Natasha’s eyes deepened a shade, and she fixated her eyes on him resentfully.

great aversion toward me now? Argh! How unfair! Why is it that Gwendolyn bagged him last night, but I can’t even draw close to him or test the

“That’s enough.”

her hand. Narrowing his chilly eyes a fraction, he studied her with such a look in them that she was as though a stranger to

I never thought you would also resort to such methods and make those derisive comments. You were pure and

Natasha realized that she had truly angered the

line that can’t be crossed. Once I cross it, he’ll only hate

moment of recklessness. I’ll never do it again in the future. Even if

incident many years ago, her

tiny thing back then, but she stepped out and protected me. Oh

“Let’s forget about

with him than he held his hand out to

“Hand me the key.”

cut her off, saying, “I know Noah gave

assistant, who had worked for him

Natasha had no choice but to hand the key back to

a place for you as soon as possible. You must be

Maverick ordered the driver to send

the garden, cautiously entered the living room. He stopped

man, his voice icy. “You have no right to make decisions on my behalf. You’re gone

“Understood.”

his tie before taking a puff of his cigarette. Alas, the