Maverick gazed up at her, a flattering smile playing at his thin lips.

Gwendolyn cast a deep, meaningful glance at the man.

Indeed, he was due to be taught a lesson that night, and Gwendolyn’s anger simply would not subside until the man was crying and pleading for mercy.

She extended her hand toward him. “Belt.”

Without hesitation, Maverick swiftly unfasted the metal buckle and obediently handed the belt to her. Then, he turned around and faced away from the woman.

Gwendolyn felt a shiver course through her entire being. She folded the belt in half, her eyes glinting with resolution and intensity. Lifting the belt high into the air, she readied herself to strike the wounded back before her.

However, before she could swing the belt in her hand, her gaze involuntarily landed on the palm-sized burn on the man’s back.

The vividly crimson flesh and the gruesome wound provoked unease. It was so strikingly conspicuous that it was hard to ignore.

Besides, he’d sustained the injury by shielding her. Otherwise, it would be her face that was bearing such agony.

As Gwendolyn pondered on this, she experienced a surge of conflicting emotions. It felt as though an unseen force held her wrist, preventing her from lowering it no matter what.

She released a silent sigh and seemed to have deflated all of a sudden, for she realized, much to her vexation, that she actually started to feel sorry for him.

This feeling made Gwendolyn very unhappy.

The three years she had spent in the Wright residence were akin to enduring a living hell, devoid of any semblance of warmth. Following the divorce, she had observed some changes in Maverick and his growing sincerity. It would be disingenuous if she said she remained unmoved.

Nevertheless, Gwendolyn refused to tread upon that familiar path again.

No matter how much she attempted to sever the ties between him and herself, in the end, she would be the one to wind up hurt.

At that thought, she tightened her grip on the belt, trembling as though she had made a momentous decision.

Maverick remained motionless, not uttering a single word nor furrowing his brows.

body, it seemed as if

the red mark she had inflicted, her gaze unconsciously shifting to the center of his back, where the bloody, blurred

her heart was thrown into turmoil, and despite everything,

get out!” She gave the man a ferocious kick on his shoulders and threw the leather belt back at him. “Hurry up and get lost. I’m exhausted, so we’ll settle

uttering those words, Gwendolyn lifted the quilt and, with her back turned to Maverick, nestled

off guard, Maverick staggered slightly from the unexpected

belt, then rose to retrieve the shirt

directly to avoid

facing him.

wearing your coat. It won’t

secretly clenched her teeth and replied, “I don’t care. Just

at the foot of her bed,

head. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her face inflated with irritation. Seizing

“Get out!”

it steadily and placed it on the dressing table

then grabbed another pillow and

caught it once again, and a gentle smile hung

the

the man caught each item effortlessly, never missing a beat. He then helped her

smile on his face

in Gwendolyn’s eyes, it felt

if she could burst at any moment. She searched on the bedside table for a while but found

so, she extended her hand of guilt toward the table lamp. The lamp was still plugged in, yet instead of disconnecting the power first, she forcefully attempted to yank it

raised both hands in surrender, saying, “Stop! I was wrong. I’ll leave

fiercely until he closed the door and vanished from her

of bed, retrieved her pillow, and took several deep breaths to calm herself

long, the next morning

silent, not uttering a single word.

headed to Angle right

to Maverick, so all she had

the office, Gwendolyn first made a phone call to her eldest brother,

repeated the name of the potion that

response was essentially the same

Shadow Bell once again and searched for images of skin damage caused by the potent S40 strong corrosive potion.

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