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.

inflicted, her gaze unconsciously shifting to the center of his back, where the

despite everything, she couldn’t bring herself to

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

with her back turned to

staggered slightly from

fastened his belt, then rose to retrieve the

had been removed, he refrained from wearing the clothes directly to avoid soiling them.

her side on the bed, her back facing him. She hadn’t even changed her attire; how could

you’re still wearing your coat. It

replied, “I don’t care. Just

the foot of her bed, his gaze fixed on her

could sense it, a surge of anger rushing to her head. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her face inflated with irritation. Seizing the

“Get out!”

placed it on the

grabbed another pillow and threw

it once again, and a gentle smile

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

never missing a beat. He then helped

smile on his face

in Gwendolyn’s eyes, it felt like

for a while but found nothing. When

still plugged in, yet instead of disconnecting the power first, she forcefully attempted to yank

her actions, Maverick swiftly raised both hands in surrender,

until he closed the door and vanished from her sight. Only

items on the bedside table, she quietly got out of bed, retrieved her pillow, and

the next morning

word. Regardless

Angle right after finishing her breakfast

already handed Charles over to Maverick, so all

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

the name of the potion that

response was essentially the same as

searched for images of skin damage caused by the potent S40 strong corrosive potion. Since it

Shadow Bell sent the

bore a striking resemblance to the one