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.

body, it seemed as if he was impervious

shifting to the center of his back, where the bloody, blurred

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

shoulders and threw the leather belt back at him. “Hurry

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

Maverick staggered slightly from the

retrieve the shirt and suit

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

he beheld Gwendolyn lying on her side on the bed, her back facing him. She

your coat. It won’t be comfortable to

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

of her bed, his gaze fixed on her the

her head. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her

“Get out!”

it steadily and placed it on

another pillow and

it once again, and a

reach from the bedside table—tissue

man caught each item effortlessly, never missing a beat. He then helped her

on his face brimmed

it

so enraged that she felt 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

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

actions, Maverick swiftly raised both hands in surrender,

vanished from her sight. Only then did she place the table lamp back

quietly got out of bed, retrieved her pillow, and took several deep breaths to calm herself

the

Gwendolyn remained silent, not uttering a single word. Regardless of what Maverick said,

to Angle right

to Maverick, so all she had to do was

Gwendolyn first made a phone call

of the potion that Maverick mentioned

essentially the same

images of skin damage caused by the potent S40 strong corrosive potion. Since it was a laboratory chemical,

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