Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 20

Chapter 20 The Provoker and The One Being Provoked

Gwendolyn subconsciously furrowed her brows when she heard that voice.

The instant she looked over her shoulder, she met Maverick’s obsidian eyes,

“May I know why you are here at Angle Corporation’s underground parking lot, Mr. Wright?” she queried.

The man quirked his lips into a half–smile. “I’m here to talk business with Mr. Harris. What’s the matter? Is there a regulation stating that I’m not allowed here?”

His remark evoked a laugh from Gwendolyn.

What sort of weak excuse is that?

“Wright Construction Group’s main line of business is property construction, which is quite unrelated to the entertainment industry, I must say. Unless you are here to promote your property to our company’s artists?”

Undeterred by his presence, she looked Maverick straight in the eye, not bothering to mask the mockery in her gaze.

The look in her eyes annoyed him, and his face hardened instantly. A beat later, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her backward, pinning her against the car door. With that, Gwendolyn was enveloped in his arms.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, finding herself unable to move as his knees were pressed against her thighs.

This is such an awkward position…

The close–to–zero distance between them and the suggestive atmosphere made Gwendolyn flush involuntarily.

As she struggled to free herself, she gave Maverick a deadly stare.

Wright? Have you lost your mind?”

he was looking at his

color–green? You’re acting all arrogant now that Treyton is your

color green? What kind of color

inward grumble, Gwendolyn did not speak a word.

you because of him, but it looks like he’s not treating you any better.”

trip here to interrogate me because he thought I wanted a

Treyton? This is utterly ridiculous!

think you got it wrong. We divorced because you didn’t love me,

indeed wonderful! He’s more patient, more outstanding, and more handsome than you! You can’t even be compared to a strand of

is how you used

veins on Maverick’s forehead bulged as he became increasingly furious. Gripping her chin upward violently, he thundered. “Are you provoking me

now?”

equally livid.

matters are none of your

Wright, I repeat, get out of

so, Maverick did not budge

nicely to you, huh? Okay, I’ll have to

struck out at him, intending to take him down

him to move faster than

was stunned by Maverick’s

raised them, and pressed them against

way stronger than her, rendering it impossible for her to free herself from

“Maverick Wright!”

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