Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

“Exactly.”

Her tone was calm.

As Gwendolyn observed his intense reaction, she continued with a steady voice, “I’ve made a rough calculation, and it seems you’ve more or less repaid your debt. Shouldn’t you be happy about terminating the agreement? You can continue being the Wright family heir.”

What she said was true, as his goal was to repay the debt.

But…

“Remember when you said that once the debt was settled, we would go our separate ways and become strangers to each other? Was that true?”

Her gaze was serious and unwavering as she responded, “Yes.”

“Then I won’t sign it. You also mentioned that one year would count as three years. It’s only been a little over half a month. I haven’t even come close to repaying it all!”

Maverick’s brows furrowed, and his cheeks puffed up with frustration as he returned the termination agreement to her.

Gwendolyn did not reach out to take it. Her expression turned cold once again. “Maverick, don’t be unreasonable. Sign it,” she demanded.

Being scolded by her, Maverick grew increasingly disheartened. He shifted closer to her and grasped her delicate wrist. His voice filled with uncertainty.

“Are you still mad about me driving Sherman away and pretending to be injured to deceive you? I promise I won’t lie to you again. Besides, you punished me last night and wrongly accused me of the Natasha incident. This makes us even now. Please, don’t be angry anymore…”

“I’m not angry. In fact, my rationality has led me to believe it’s time to release you from our entanglement. From now on, let’s embark on separate paths and seek tranquility. I believe this is for the best for the both of us.”

If she isn’t angry, does that mean what I do doesn’t make her feel any emotions anymore? Does she not care about me anymore? Does she not even have feelings of resentment toward me?

Maverick was thoroughly exasperated.

“Well, then I’d rather you be angry because I don’t intend to let you off the hook. I won’t sign this termination agreement,” he retorted.

“Maverick!”

Gwendolyn’s brows snapped together as she glared at him. “I’m merely informing you, not seeking your opinion. Whether you sign it or not, it doesn’t matter. You will need to sign it anyway.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Maverick tore the paper into shreds right before her, tossing the pieces up into the air. The torn pieces of paper scattered around the room like falling snowflakes.

Agreeing to sign the divorce papers back then was the biggest regret of his life.

He was determined not to let himself regret his decisions ever again!

Locking eyes with her defiantly, he challenged, “I’ve torn it. Does it make you mad? If you dare, bring in William and Quinton to beat me up. Even if they leave me half-dead, as long as I’m still alive, I will never sign the document!”

Some shredded paper landed on Gwendolyn’s head, igniting her fury that surged to her temples.

“Very well! Seems like you enjoy seeking trouble, huh?”

She gritted her teeth, taking deep breaths to control the urge to charge at him and squash him like a pumpkin.

“You’d better hope your injury drags on while my fury fades swiftly, or I can’t guarantee what lengths William and the others might go to with you!”

hanging in the air, she rose from her seat, cast a scornful glance his way, and

off the unsettling feeling that her anger was

a pleasurable experience; after all, he

document was undoubtedly out

In a

startled by Samantha’s sudden outburst, trembled and accidentally spilled the coffee on the floor before breaking the

Lane! I didn’t do it on

her a cold glance. The servant’s clumsiness was worsening

simple cup of coffee! What use are you to me? Get out

and begging for mercy. “Ms. Lane, I’m truly sorry. Please don’t

“Get lost!”

attention of the butler outside. He

quiet. Samantha grabbed

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