The Ex and Her Riches

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 he was impervious

to

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

gave the man a ferocious kick on his shoulders and threw the leather belt back at him. “Hurry

words, Gwendolyn lifted the quilt and, with her back turned to Maverick, nestled

staggered slightly from the

leisurely fastened his belt, then rose to retrieve

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

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

you’re still wearing your coat. It won’t be comfortable to

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

of her bed, his gaze

she sat up abruptly, her

“Get out!”

caught it steadily and placed it on the dressing table

then grabbed another

it once again, and a gentle smile hung on his

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

beat. He then helped her place them on the dressing

his

eyes, it felt

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

the table lamp. The lamp was still plugged in, yet instead of disconnecting the power

hands in surrender, saying,

fiercely until he closed the door and vanished from her sight.

she gazed at the assortment of items on the bedside table, she quietly got out of bed, retrieved her

long, the next

uttering a single word. Regardless of what Maverick said, she completely

to Angle right after finishing

so all she had to do was await

made a phone

the potion that Maverick

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got in contact with someone from Shadow Bell once again and searched for images of skin damage caused by the potent S40 strong corrosive potion. Since it was a