Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 195 She Will Not Walk The Same Path Again

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.

Besides the involuntary tensing of his muscles throughout his body, it seemed as if he was impervious to pain.

examined the red mark she had inflicted, her gaze unconsciously shifting to the center of his back, where the bloody,

despite everything, she couldn’t bring herself

on his shoulders and threw the leather belt back at him. “Hurry up and get lost. I’m exhausted,

quilt and, with her back

Maverick staggered slightly from the unexpected

leisurely fastened his belt, then rose to retrieve the shirt

from wearing the clothes directly to avoid soiling them. Instead, he simply held them

her back facing him. She hadn’t even changed her attire; how could she possibly

coat. It won’t be comfortable to sleep like

her teeth and replied, “I

bed, his

rushing to her head. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly,

“Get out!”

it

another pillow and threw

caught it once again, and a gentle smile

truly furious, launching everything within reach from the bedside table—tissue boxes, ornaments,

the man caught each item effortlessly, never missing a beat.

faint smile on his face brimmed with

it

burst at any moment. She searched on the bedside table for a while but found nothing. When she looked down, she realized that she had already thrown everything away, except for the

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

swiftly raised both hands in surrender,

glared at him fiercely until he closed the door and vanished from her sight. Only then did she place the

out of bed, retrieved her

the

silent, not uttering a single word. Regardless

to Angle right after finishing her breakfast in

had already handed Charles over to Maverick, so

arriving at the office, Gwendolyn first made a phone call to her eldest brother,

the potion that Maverick mentioned last night to

essentially the

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

later, Shadow Bell sent the picture

it and indeed, the wound bore a striking resemblance to the