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.

is it that

“That’s enough.”

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

resort to such methods and

Natasha realized that she had truly angered the

with strong principles and a line that can’t be

not it! I’m sorry. I’ve realized my mistakes; it was just a 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, please give

mention of the incident many years ago, her bright and

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

about this

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

“Hand me the key.”

fib, but Maverick cut her off, saying, “I know Noah gave you the key to the mansion without my

had worked

had no choice but to hand the key back

come to this mansion again in the future. I’ll arrange a place for you as soon as possible. You must be tired today, so go back to the hotel

argue, Maverick ordered the driver to

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

swung his ebony eyes on the man, his voice icy. “You have no right to make decisions on my behalf. You’re gone if there’s a

“Understood.”

of his cigarette. Alas,