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.

such 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

“That’s enough.”

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

thought you would also resort to such methods and make those

had truly angered the man

a man with strong principles and a line that can’t be crossed. Once I cross it, he’ll

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 me

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

then, but she stepped out and protected me.

eyes gradually turned tender. “Let’s forget about this matter. However, don’t

sooner had she planned to act coquettish with him than he held his hand out to her with his

“Hand me the key.”

“I know

his assistant, who had worked

had no

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 send

who stood in the garden, cautiously entered

voice icy. “You have no right to make decisions on my behalf. You’re gone if there’s a second

“Understood.”

a puff of his cigarette. Alas, the look