The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 195

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.

his muscles throughout his body, it seemed as if he was impervious to

inflicted, her gaze unconsciously shifting to

her heart was thrown into turmoil, and despite everything, she couldn’t bring herself

threw the leather belt back at him. “Hurry up and get lost. I’m exhausted, so we’ll settle this

words, Gwendolyn lifted the quilt and, with her back turned

staggered

his belt, then rose to retrieve the shirt and

the bandage had been removed, he refrained from wearing the clothes directly to avoid soiling them. Instead, he simply

lying on her side on the bed, her back facing him. She

coat. It won’t be comfortable

teeth and replied, “I don’t care. Just go

foot of her bed, his

of anger rushing to her head. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her face

“Get out!”

it on the dressing table for

then grabbed another pillow and threw

caught it once again, and a gentle

furious, launching everything within reach from the bedside table—tissue

caught each item effortlessly, never missing a beat. He then

on his face brimmed

eyes, it felt

moment. She searched on the bedside table for a while but found nothing. When she looked down, she realized that

her hand of guilt toward the table lamp. The lamp was still plugged in, yet

her actions, Maverick swiftly raised both hands in surrender, saying, “Stop! I

her sight. Only then did she place the table lamp back in its

got out of bed, retrieved her pillow, and took several deep breaths to

long, the next morning

word.

to Angle right after finishing her breakfast

Maverick, so all she had to

office, Gwendolyn first made

repeated the name of the potion that Maverick mentioned last night

essentially the same

and searched for images of skin damage caused by the

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