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.

muscles throughout his body, it

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

despite

and threw the

Gwendolyn lifted the quilt and, with her

staggered slightly from the

retrieve the shirt

he refrained from wearing the clothes directly to

on her side on the bed, her back facing him. She hadn’t even changed her attire; how could she possibly appear as though

wearing your coat. It won’t be comfortable to

clenched her teeth and replied, “I

remained stationary at the foot of her bed, his gaze fixed on

could sense it, a surge of anger rushing to her head. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her face inflated with irritation.

“Get out!”

caught it steadily and placed it on the

grabbed another

and a gentle smile hung on his

the bedside table—tissue

each item effortlessly, never missing a beat. He then helped her place them

his face brimmed with

eyes, it felt like

for a while but found nothing. When she looked down, she realized that she had already thrown everything away, except

lamp. The lamp was still plugged in, yet

her actions, Maverick swiftly raised both hands in surrender,

he closed the door and vanished from her sight. Only then did she place the table lamp back in its original

items on the bedside table, she quietly got out of bed, retrieved her pillow, and took several deep breaths to calm herself before heading to the bathroom

long, the next

not uttering a single word. Regardless of what Maverick said, she completely

then headed to Angle right after finishing her breakfast in

had already handed Charles over to Maverick, so all she had to do

the office, Gwendolyn first made a phone call to her

repeated the name of the potion that Maverick

was essentially

by the potent S40 strong corrosive potion. Since it was a laboratory chemical, it couldn’t be

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