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.

unfair! Why is it that Gwendolyn bagged him last night, but I can’t even draw close to

“That’s enough.”

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

would also resort to such methods and make those derisive comments.

had truly angered the man this

be crossed. Once I cross it,

moment of recklessness. I’ll never do it again in the future. Even if it’s only because I once saved you all those years ago,

incident many years ago, her bright and determined gaze flashed across Maverick’s

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

forget about this matter.

relief suffused Natasha. No sooner had she planned to act coquettish with him than he held his hand out to

“Hand me the key.”

froze, and she made to fib, but Maverick cut her off, saying, “I know Noah gave you the key to the mansion without

assistant, who had worked for him for

head, Natasha had no choice

as

any chance to argue, Maverick ordered the driver to send her

until after she had left that Noah, who stood in the garden, cautiously entered the living room. He stopped

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

“Understood.”

of his cigarette. Alas, the look