Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 175 In Order To Protect Her How did Maverick get here? Didn’t the ‘toast’ he was referring to happen a long time ago? Why does he still remember it so clearly? Gwendolyn glanced behind Maverick from the corner of her eyes.

Not only him, but it seemed that Nico, Elven, Ezra, William, and Quinton were all there as well.

Gwendolyn instinctively looked up at the railing on the first floor again.

Charles was still leaning at where he was.

Although she could not see his expression due to the lights, she could sense that he was watching them.

The man offering a toast was scolded by Maverick, and the former looked innocently at Gwendolyn.

“Miss, I meant no harm.

It’s just a drink.

I don’t know why this gentleman has to insult me.

” “You’re right.

It’s just a drink.

” Gwendolyn pursed her lips and smiled, her slender fingers reaching out to take the red wine that had been passed to Maverick.

However, Maverick refused to give her the glass.

His darkened eyes were gloomy, and his face was full of displeasure.

Gwendolyn’s beautiful eyes were gentle, and she coaxed Maverick in a frivolous tone, “Behave yourself and let go of the glass.

I’ll accept your toast next time.

” With just this one sentence, Maverick was instantly satisfied.

Gwendolyn effortlessly retrieved the glass of red wine, elegantly taking a whiff before gently pressing her red lips against the rim, readying to take a sip.

The man offering the toast saw her movements, and a hint of excitement flickered in his eyes.

However, Gwendolyn’s lips came to a halt just before they touched the liquid.

She looked at the man with a hint of playfulness in her gaze.

“Do you really want me to drink?” The man was stunned for a moment, and his eyes filled with anticipation as he nodded.

In the next second, Gwendolyn’s smiling eyes suddenly turned cold, and she splashed the glass of wine directly onto the man’s face.

“You know exactly what’s in this drink, and it should taste pretty good.

You should give it a good try.

” She had not noticed it at first, but the man mentioned that he came from the small cubicle.

When Maverick and his group appeared and threw a wrench in the man’s plan, the people at that table did not react at all.

Moreover, the man was being overly attentive.

The man’s face and body were covered in red wine, which annoyed him slightly.

“If you don’t want to drink, that’s fine.

But why are you accusing me? You’re such a buzzkill!” He wiped his face and lowered his head, reaching for the tissue in his suit pocket.

Maverick watched him closely and noticed a cold look on the man’s face when the latter lowered his head, which was not a good sign.

The man seized the opportunity when Gwendolyn had turned her attention away and suddenly pulled out a small glass bottle from his pocket, maliciously splashing its contents toward Gwendolyn’s face.

“Look out!” Almost acting out of instinct, Maverick pulled Gwendolyn into his embrace, and the entire bottle of liquid splashed onto the back of his suit.

The suit immediately sizzled and emitted smoke.

“Ugh…” The burning pain shot through him, causing Maverick’s brows to furrow tightly and his face to turn pale.

Despite the agony, his arms still hugged Gwendolyn close, firmly protecting her in his embrace.

“Ms. Shalders, it’s sulfuric acid!” Elven cried out in terror.

This sentence was like a bomb, causing the crowd that was initially dancing on the dance floor to burst into an uproar as they screamed and scattered in all directions.

chaotic in the

the man who

dare he play tricks on me! We must catch him!”

a cold last night, so his immunity

and even doing some housework, his stamina

pain that he could not

on Gwendolyn’s shoulder and gently held her

cold sweat rolled down his face, he allowed Gwendolyn to pull off and discard his

had soaked into the clothes, and only a palm-sized area in the middle of the entire

liquid was most concentrated in that area, causing the acid to seep into his skin and turn it into a burnt, bloody

It was extremely agonizing.

it was

hurt, that would have truly broken

intense pain, he lifted his

Gwendolyn’s fragrant hair, barely helping him

of the corner of his eye that Justin, who had originally been

Nico

away and quietly left to

the dance floor, Jasmine was

ran back to look for

the bloody wound on

did he get hurt

I don’t have the time

find Charles

was done speaking, she asked Elven to drive and Ezra to carry

refused to let the man

dark eyes were weak

“Gwendolyn, I… don’t want… to go out

Gwendolyn understood and

the remaining sulfuric acid

his arms, feeling a chilly sensation on

embarrassed

Gwendolyn called out to him that he hurriedly

chasing the man at a rapid

to escape the bar before William and Quinton caught up and captured

she thought of the man who

at Maverick, who had already passed out from the pain in

few seconds with her hand on

not choose to get in the car

Ezra, “Hurry up and take him to the nearest hospital to

you, Ms. Shalders?” “I’ll be there

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her boss to report

on the other end of the phone quickly

by Williem

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end picked up en empty red wine

edge of e teble, ceusing the bottle to

sound echoed

weekened when he ceught sight of

murderous intent only seemed to intensify with every

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wes shocking end horrifying, end his eyebell

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wes expressionless es she

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stomped herd egeinst the men’s helf-unhermed fece, end the men’s

Gwendolyn slowly crouched down.

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e throet-ripping screech

in feer

in en ice-cold tone,