Gwendolyn had known Maverick for so long. Although he had put on the pitiful act a few times before, this was the first time Gwendolyn had seen him sniffling like an actual child.

Is he genuinely sad?

She sighed helplessly, her tone softening a bit. “We agreed to put on a show. Did you get emotionally involved?”

Maverick remained silent with his eyes lowered. Within those dark pupils, there was a hint of vulnerability.

He was indeed emotionally involved, deeply immersed, and completely captivated.

In the end, he was left battered and bruised by the harsh reality, his heart aching intensely.

Gwendolyn didn’t have much to say; she knew that staying alert from beginning to end was the only way to avoid losing her rationality.

Acting was just acting; the fake could never become real. She had always been able to distinguish between the two clearly.

He wants me to coax him? Impossible.

Moreover, Gwendolyn couldn’t come up with any comforting words to say.

She turned around to leave decisively. Her tone regained its coldness as she urged, “Hurry up and get to work. I’m going to sleep.”

Just as she took a step forward, Maverick gripped her wrist from behind.

With a weary expression on her face, she said, “Let go. I’m tired.” She just wanted to sleep.

However, Maverick did not budge, his reddened eyes gazing at her with immense grievance.

“Gwendolyn… Can you occasionally show some concern and consider my feelings too? After all, a wounded heart will eventually ache.”

There was a touch of imploration in his deep, quivering voice. His Adam’s apple moved gently, and he held her wrist with force.

Gwendolyn’s back stiffened as she stood still.

a wounded heart would ache, but

disappointed. I’ve experienced that pain before, too. If it hurts so much, you should let go sooner. The words I said

soon as she finished speaking, she pried Maverick’s hand off and

didn’t close the door. Maverick watched her figure as she

a time, she too had her sincere

merely experiencing the pain she

He deserved it.

waste any more time. He went to the backyard, grabbed a broom, and carefully swept up

autumn night was

a thin white shirt, his face pale. Even when he was holding a wooden broom and doing a mundane task, he exuded an

floor, Gwendolyn did

quietly behind the window and watched him

indifferently withdrew her gaze and went to

until two in the morning and finally cleaned

several hours, wearing only a thin layer of clothing, he caught

woke up to the sound of coughing coming

on her makeup, she went downstairs and immediately saw a tall figure bustling

was time for Gwendolyn to wake up, Maverick covered his lips with his fist every time he coughed, trying to

and watched his every little move. She pressed her red lips together and, without a word, quietly descended the

in a black velvet long-sleeved top and a snowy white tulle skirt. Her thin shoulders appeared

coat rack by the door and helped her

you’re indoors, make sure to keep warm. You have a great figure, so you’ll still look good with an extra layer of clothes

refuse. Instead, she lifted her

on the trench coat. In spite of the calm look in his dark eyes, he

off and rest. There’s no need to force yourself to go

Following a second of hesitation, he responded,

a chair for her. Gwendolyn walked

her meal when the yard outside became lively. It was the sound of

hospital that day. As for Justin,

Gwendolyn let them in, the three of them

in particular, had slightly tanner skin than

oatmeal and smiled contentedly. “This is great. Everyone’s back here,

sizing up the bodyguards one by

his brows and asked,

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