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,

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

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

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

and, with her back turned to Maverick,

Maverick staggered slightly from the

belt, then rose to retrieve the shirt and suit

the clothes directly

facing him. She hadn’t even changed

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

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

of her bed, his gaze fixed on her the entire

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

“Get out!”

placed it on the

then grabbed another

and a gentle smile hung on his

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

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

his face brimmed

it felt

so enraged that she felt as if she could burst at any moment. She searched on the bedside table for a

she extended her hand of guilt toward the table lamp. The lamp was still plugged in, yet instead of disconnecting

hands in surrender, saying, “Stop! I

he closed the door and vanished from her sight. Only then did she place the table lamp back

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

the next morning

word. Regardless of what Maverick said,

then headed to Angle right after finishing her breakfast

had already handed Charles over to Maverick, so all she had

first made a phone call to her eldest brother,

of the potion that Maverick

response was essentially the same

damage caused by the

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