The Ex and Her Riches

A large part of the silk fabric was already stuck to the wound, and the blood had dried up.

With trembling hands, Justin tried to remove Maverick’s shirt twice, but to no avail.

However, he could already see the large, bloody wound caused by the whip. Maverick’s skin and flesh had been split open.

“Oh my gosh! Who did this? They genuinely didn’t spare you any mercy!”

Justin used to be a fighter for a black market organization where the rules were strict, and it was normal for less competent fighters to be beaten to death. Fortunately, he did not get beaten up too often.

Maverick, on the other hand, lived a refined lifestyle and was, therefore, not accustomed to sustaining such severe injuries.

Quickly, Maverick hushed Justin up. “Don’t yell. Close the door and windows and draw the curtains. If you can’t remove my shirt, just apply a warm towel to my back.”

“Okay, okay.” Justin did as he was told and hurried to the bathroom to grab a warm towel. He could not bear to see Maverick in pain, so he said, “Mr. Wright, the warm compress may hurt, so… please bear with it.”

Applying a warm towel to the wound was akin to experiencing the burning pain again.

Maverick trembled as a thick layer of cold sweat covered his body. He gripped the pillow with both hands until it became deformed.

Even though Justin did not get beaten up often, he was experienced in treating the wounds of other people.

He took an anti-inflammatory pill from the first-aid kit and stuffed it inside Maverick’s mouth. Then, he brought over a basin of water to clean the bloodstains on the man’s back. The old bandage on Maverick’s body was already soiled, so it had to be removed.

“Mr. Wright, who assaulted you? Apart from Ms. Shalders, who would dare to do this to you…” Justin widened his eyes and asked softly, “Did Ms. Shalders actually do this?”

Feeling dizzy, Maverick buried his face in the blanket, refusing to entertain Justin.

After pondering over the subject, Justin realized something was amiss. “It can’t be Ms. Shalders. If it were her, you wouldn’t have asked me to treat your wound secretly.”

“Stop making wild guesses and hurry up. I need to cook before Gwendolyn returns,” Maverick snapped.

He’s already in very bad shape, especially with the wound on his lower back. Even walking will hurt. Yet, he still wants to get up and cook?

felt really bad

shirt, he decided to hide the shirt under the bed after failing to think of a

compared to alcohol. He took a cotton

on the middle of his lower back. This time, Justin had to bandage

had no choice but to give the former another shot of

an hour later, Gwendolyn returned

was accompanied by Jasmine, a lively

be situated in such a lovely environment. Coming here is definitely the right choice!

the time comes, I’ll have my bodyguard escort you onto

murmured sadly, “Hmph! You’re

one at the bar today.

“Okay!”

two of them

opened the door, she was greeted by the enticing aroma

I tell him to rest before I left? Why did he

and came out

had changed into a dark silk shirt. The two buttons on his collar were slightly undone to reveal part of his collarbone, and he seemed to have washed

looked like his condition and complexion

a coat? Have you taken your cold

sounded as indifferent as ever, she had expressed concern for him as soon as she came home,

check on me tonight, so

pulled up his shirt to reveal the bandage on his back. “I did get a minor injury

Gwendolyn remained silent.

face and exclaimed, “Gwendolyn, who is he? He’s so handsome! You have such good taste. The men around you all

when Jasmine arrived, so she did not get a good look at his

his face clearly, she could not

housekeeper,”

a housekeeper?” Jasmine’s eyes lit up. “Can

rejected with a

man and ordered, “Wear your

“All right.”

obediently without glancing at Jasmine, buttoning his shirt hastily before heading

still refusing to give up. “I can’t believe even your housekeeper is so handsome! You’re usually busy with work and hardly have time to hang out with me. Gwendolyn, you’re the best! Just let

crease between Gwendolyn’s eyebrows grew deeper. “No, it’s

“Gwendolyn…”