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

shifting to the center of his back,

was thrown into turmoil, and despite

and get out!” She gave the man a ferocious kick on his shoulders and threw the

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

off guard, Maverick staggered slightly

retrieve the shirt and suit from

been removed, he refrained from wearing the clothes directly to

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

still wearing your coat. It

her teeth and replied, “I don’t care.

at the foot of her bed, his gaze fixed on her

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

“Get out!”

it steadily and placed it on the dressing

another

caught it once again, and a

everything within reach from the bedside table—tissue boxes,

effortlessly, never missing a beat. He then

on his face brimmed

eyes, it felt

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

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

raised both hands in surrender,

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

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

the

breakfast, Gwendolyn remained silent, not uttering a single word. Regardless of what Maverick said, she completely disregarded

Angle right after finishing her breakfast in

Maverick, so all

made a phone call to her eldest

name of the potion that Maverick

essentially the same as

Shadow Bell once again and searched for images of skin damage caused by the potent S40

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