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.

the involuntary tensing of his muscles throughout his body, it seemed as if

her gaze unconsciously shifting to the

turmoil, and despite everything, she

gave the man a ferocious kick on his shoulders and threw the leather belt back at

quilt and, with her

Maverick staggered

his belt, then rose to retrieve the shirt and suit

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

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

still wearing your coat. It won’t be comfortable to sleep like

secretly clenched her teeth and replied, “I

foot of her bed, his

to her head. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her face inflated with irritation. Seizing the pillow next

“Get out!”

it on

grabbed another

and a

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

effortlessly, never missing a beat.

faint smile on his face brimmed with

it felt like

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

still plugged in, yet instead of disconnecting the

Maverick swiftly raised both hands in surrender, saying,

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

she quietly got out of bed, retrieved her pillow, and took

long, the next

a single word. Regardless

headed to Angle right after

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

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

repeated the name of the potion that Maverick

response was essentially the same as

with someone from Shadow Bell once again and searched for images of skin damage caused by the potent S40

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