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, it seemed

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

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

threw the leather

those words, Gwendolyn lifted the quilt and, with her

guard, Maverick staggered slightly from

rose to retrieve

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

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

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

clenched her teeth and replied, “I don’t

foot of her bed, his gaze

abruptly, her face inflated

“Get out!”

it on

grabbed another pillow and threw

and a

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

missing a beat. He then helped her place them

smile on his

eyes, it felt like a

a while but found nothing. When she looked down, she realized that she

of guilt toward the table lamp. The lamp was still plugged in, yet instead of disconnecting the power first, she

hands in surrender, saying, “Stop! I

vanished from her sight.

assortment of items on the bedside table, she quietly got out of bed, retrieved her pillow, and took

long, the

word. Regardless of

headed to Angle right after finishing her

already handed Charles over to Maverick, so

at the office, Gwendolyn first made a phone

potion that Maverick mentioned last night

was essentially the

of skin damage caused by the potent S40 strong corrosive potion. Since it was a laboratory chemical, it couldn’t be found through regular

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