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.

had inflicted, her gaze unconsciously shifting to

and despite everything, she

your clothes and get out!” She gave the man a ferocious kick on his shoulders and threw the leather belt back at him. “Hurry up and get lost.

words, Gwendolyn lifted the quilt and, with her back turned

Maverick staggered slightly from

retrieve the shirt and suit

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

on the bed, her back facing him. She

your coat. It won’t be comfortable to sleep like

and replied, “I don’t care. Just go

of her bed, his gaze fixed

Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her face inflated with

“Get out!”

placed it on the dressing table

grabbed another

it once again, and a

from the bedside table—tissue

the man caught each item effortlessly, never missing a beat. He then helped her place them on the dressing

faint smile on his face brimmed with

Gwendolyn’s eyes, it felt

so enraged that she felt as if she could 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

toward the table lamp. The lamp was still plugged in, yet instead

both hands in surrender, saying, “Stop! I was wrong.

he closed the door and vanished from her sight.

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

long, the next morning

single word. Regardless

headed to Angle right after finishing

had already handed Charles over to Maverick, so all she had to do was await the

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

repeated the name of the potion that

was essentially the same

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

later, Shadow Bell sent the picture

it and indeed, the wound bore a striking resemblance to the one on Maverick’s