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 body, it seemed as if he was impervious

shifting to the center of his back, where the bloody,

heart was thrown into turmoil, and despite

his shoulders and threw the leather belt back at him.

uttering those words, Gwendolyn lifted the quilt and, with

Maverick staggered slightly

rose to retrieve the shirt and suit from

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

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

It won’t

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

stationary at the foot of her bed, his gaze fixed

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

“Get out!”

and placed it on the

then grabbed another pillow

caught it once again, and a gentle smile hung

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

missing a beat. He then helped her place them on the

faint smile on his

it

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

lamp was still plugged in, yet instead of disconnecting the power first, she forcefully attempted

swiftly raised both hands in

door and vanished from her sight. Only then did she place the

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

long, the

single word. Regardless of what Maverick said, she completely

headed to Angle right after finishing her breakfast in

Charles over to Maverick, so

first made a phone call to her eldest brother,

the potion that Maverick mentioned

response was essentially the same

Shadow Bell once again and searched for images of skin damage caused by the potent S40 strong corrosive potion. Since it was a laboratory chemical, it

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