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.

the involuntary tensing of his muscles throughout his body, it seemed as if he

unconsciously shifting to the center of his back,

and despite

kick on his shoulders and threw the leather belt back at him. “Hurry up and get lost. I’m exhausted, so we’ll settle this

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

Maverick staggered slightly from the unexpected

then rose to retrieve the shirt and suit from the

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

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

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

replied, “I don’t care. Just go

of her bed, his gaze

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

“Get out!”

it steadily and placed it

grabbed another pillow and threw

and a gentle smile hung on his

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

beat. He then helped her place them on

smile on his face brimmed with

in Gwendolyn’s eyes, it felt like a

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

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

in surrender, saying,

and vanished from her

table, she quietly got out of bed, retrieved

the next

remained silent, not uttering a single word. Regardless of

headed to Angle right after

Charles over to Maverick, so all she had to do

office, Gwendolyn first made a phone call

name of the potion

essentially

of skin damage caused by the potent S40 strong corrosive

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