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.

tensing of his muscles throughout his body, it seemed as if he was impervious

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

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

the man a ferocious kick on his shoulders and threw

and, with her back turned to Maverick, nestled herself

staggered

leisurely fastened his belt, then rose to retrieve the shirt and suit from the dressing

had been removed, he refrained from wearing the clothes directly

her side on the bed, her back facing him. She hadn’t even changed her attire;

still wearing your coat. It won’t

her teeth and replied,

bed, his gaze fixed on her the

surge of anger rushing to her head. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her face inflated with

“Get out!”

caught it steadily and placed it on

then grabbed another

once again, and a gentle smile

truly furious, launching everything within reach from the bedside table—tissue boxes, ornaments, books, and more—directly

each item effortlessly, never missing a beat. He then helped her place them on the

on his face brimmed with

Gwendolyn’s eyes, it

she felt as if she could burst at any 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, except for the

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

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

he closed the door and vanished from her sight. Only then

the bedside table, she quietly got out of bed, retrieved her pillow, and

the next morning

silent, not uttering a single word.

headed to Angle right

Maverick, so all she had to do was await

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

name of the potion that

was essentially the

for images of skin damage caused by the