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.

muscles throughout his body, it seemed as

had inflicted, her gaze unconsciously shifting to the center

heart was thrown into turmoil, and despite everything, she

the man a ferocious kick on his shoulders and threw the leather belt

and, with her back turned

off guard, Maverick staggered slightly from the

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

had been removed, he refrained from wearing the clothes directly

him. She hadn’t

coat. It won’t be comfortable to

secretly clenched her teeth and replied, “I

bed, his gaze fixed on her the

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

“Get out!”

it steadily and placed it on the dressing table

another pillow and threw

it once again, and a gentle smile hung

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

missing a beat. He then helped her

faint smile on his face

it felt like

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 table

so, she extended her hand of guilt toward the table lamp. The lamp was still plugged

in surrender, saying,

glared at him fiercely until he closed the door and vanished from her sight. Only then did she place the table lamp back in its

assortment of items on the bedside table, she quietly got out of bed, retrieved her pillow, and took several deep breaths to calm herself before heading to the bathroom to freshen

the

silent, not uttering a single word. Regardless of what Maverick said, she completely

Angle right after

so all she had

Gwendolyn first made

of the potion that Maverick mentioned last

was essentially the same as

damage caused by the potent S40 strong corrosive potion. Since it was a laboratory chemical, it couldn’t be found through regular