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.

muscles throughout his body, it seemed

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

despite everything, she couldn’t bring herself to

his shoulders and threw the leather belt back at him. “Hurry up and get lost.

lifted the quilt and, with her back

guard, Maverick staggered

fastened his belt, then rose to retrieve the shirt and

clothes directly to avoid soiling them. Instead, he simply held

bed, her back facing him. She hadn’t even changed her attire; how could she possibly appear as

still wearing your coat. It won’t be comfortable

secretly clenched her teeth and replied,

the foot of her bed,

head. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her face inflated with

“Get out!”

it on the dressing

then grabbed another pillow and threw

and a gentle smile

truly furious, launching everything within reach from the bedside table—tissue

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

on his face brimmed

it felt like a

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

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

in surrender,

from her sight. Only then did she

of bed, retrieved her pillow, and took

long, the next

a single word. Regardless of what Maverick said, she

Angle right after finishing her breakfast in

so all

at the office, Gwendolyn first made

of the potion

response was essentially the same as

caused by the potent S40 strong corrosive potion. Since it was a

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255