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.

throughout his body,

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

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

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

quilt and, with her back

off guard, Maverick staggered slightly from

leisurely fastened his belt, then rose to retrieve the

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

facing him. She hadn’t even changed

coat. It won’t be comfortable to sleep like

and replied, “I

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

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

“Get out!”

placed it on

then grabbed another

once again, and a

within reach from the bedside table—tissue boxes, ornaments, books,

item effortlessly, never missing a beat.

on his face brimmed

eyes, it

moment. She searched on the bedside table for a while

was still plugged in, yet instead of disconnecting

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

door and vanished from her sight.

of items on the bedside table, she quietly got out of bed, retrieved

the next morning

uttering a single word. Regardless of

Angle right after finishing

to Maverick, so all she

first made a phone call to her eldest brother,

repeated the name of the potion that Maverick mentioned last

response was essentially the same

Shadow Bell once again and searched for images of skin damage caused by the

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