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 the center

despite

on your clothes and get out!” She gave the man a ferocious kick on his shoulders and threw the leather

with her back turned

guard, Maverick staggered slightly

fastened his belt, then rose to retrieve

he refrained from wearing the clothes directly

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

It won’t be comfortable to sleep

secretly clenched her teeth and replied, “I don’t

of her bed, his

her head. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her face inflated with irritation. Seizing the

“Get out!”

it steadily and placed it on

grabbed another pillow

caught it once again, and a gentle smile

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

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

on his face

it felt like a

bedside table for a while but found nothing. When she looked down, she realized

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

in surrender, saying, “Stop! I was wrong. I’ll leave

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

she gazed at the assortment of items on the bedside table, she quietly got out of bed, retrieved her pillow, and took several deep breaths to calm herself before heading to the bathroom to

long, the next morning

remained silent, not uttering a single word. Regardless of what Maverick

headed to Angle right after finishing her

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

arriving at the office, Gwendolyn first made

of the potion that Maverick mentioned last night

was essentially the

of skin damage caused by the potent S40 strong corrosive potion. Since

Bell sent the picture to her

bore a striking resemblance to