The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

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.

Gwendolyn examined the red mark she had inflicted, her gaze unconsciously shifting to the center of his back, where the bloody, blurred wound pained her eyes.

despite everything, she couldn’t bring

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

with her back turned

staggered

then rose to retrieve the shirt and

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

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

your coat. It won’t be comfortable to

replied, “I don’t care. Just go

foot of her bed, his gaze

to her head. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her face inflated

“Get out!”

it steadily and placed it

another

and a gentle smile

within reach from the bedside table—tissue boxes, ornaments, books, and more—directly at

missing a beat. He then helped her place them

his face

eyes, it felt like a

table for a

was still plugged in, yet instead of disconnecting the power

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

and vanished from her

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 freshen

the next

word. Regardless of what Maverick said,

then headed to Angle right after finishing her breakfast

to Maverick, so all she had to do was

first made a phone call

name of the potion that Maverick

response was essentially

with someone from Shadow Bell once again and searched for images of skin damage caused by the potent S40 strong corrosive potion. Since it was a

sent the picture