Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 194 More Important Than Pride

Suddenly, that statement turned the atmosphere in the room to become quite suggestive.

Seeing Maverick standing there dumbfounded and not even moving his finger for quite a while, Gwendolyn furrowed her eyebrows slightly, and her expression became solemn. “Hurry up; I want to see the injury.”

Maverick’s enthusiasm deflated in an instant.

Oh, she just wants to see the injury; I have overthought it.

Wait a minute…

She wants to check my injury?

Why is she suddenly doubting my injury? Did Charles say something to her?

“My injury is fine. I’ve been applying medicine for the past couple of days, and it’s almost healed.”

Gwendolyn gave him a cold glance and said, “Take it off!”

Maverick did not move a muscle and replied, “I’m wearing a bandage, so even if I take it off, you won’t be able to see anything.”

“I can remove it. Worst case, we’ll just reapply the medicine later.”

Her tone was very firm.

She seems determined.

Maverick did not speak or move, pondering how to get away with the situation.

Gwendolyn saw right through his thoughts with just one glance.

“Don’t try to fool me tonight. You must take your clothes off!”

“Gwendolyn, I appreciate your concern for my injury, and it warms my heart. However, it’s getting late tonight, so let’s get some rest and check on it tomorrow.”

Gwendolyn gritted her teeth.

She suppressed the urge in her heart to tie the man up and strip him off forcibly.

Patiently, she stated, “You are the one who said earlier that you would unconditionally obey any command of mine. Was that just empty talk?”

Upon being confronted with the promise he made, Maverick was rendered speechless.

Being left with no choice, he stretched his hand toward the gold buttons on the suit. His slender fingertips gently circled around each button, unfastening them one by one in an extremely slow motion.

Gwendolyn did not rush him either. She gently rubbed between her brows and waited quietly. After all, there were not many pieces of clothes for him to take off, so it would not take long.

Maverick took off his suit, gently placing it on her dressing table.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he continued to take off his shirt.

the two buttons of his shirt, he asked softly, “Should I… take off my

“I want to see

his head, only daring to voice his

the room was so quiet, Gwendolyn could hear

keep babbling on, I’ll make sure you don’t even have

Oh my goodness…

She is ruthless!

naked, my dignity and

rope to tie you up and hang you from that

want to

It’s absolutely impossible!

apple bobbed slightly. He did not utter a single sound anymore

When he tried to open his mouth to give an excuse, a fierce glare

out there is simply

to be hung up

also don’t want to take off my clothes to show

his gaze, still pondering a

bandage wrapped around his midsection slightly marred the aesthetic, but his healthy tanned complexion

it at that moment. As soon as Maverick finished undressing, she got up and walked toward

Maverick obediently turned around.

work, forcefully tearing off his bandages

unwrap it layer by layer. Her movements were

few layers were unwrapped, the bloodstains on the bandages

Gwendolyn heard that, her

bandage, the palm-sized burn on

deeply as she observed it

been four days, yet his wound still looked alarmingly fresh, with his

his back but

bleeding, and it looks quite severe. How come it doesn’t

did not dare to touch it. She reluctantly withdrew her hand.

Maverick sighed inwardly.

was wrong just by taking a glance at

acid. Where’s the bleeding? I clearly

the truth. Do you

the sulfuric

was natural. It was as if he was lost in thought for a moment when he suddenly said in an enlightening tone, “I remember now. That night, I hid in the trunk of the car, and it seemed like I accidentally hit my back when I was fighting with Charles later on. That was probably

Is that really so?

say those words to remind me,

it Charles who’s lying, or is he

old injury on your back was hurt tonight? Don’t

Coincidence happens

wound may look frightening, but it’s not serious. Look at me now. Do I look like I’m not feeling

not believe a word

had eyes, so she could see for herself whether it was serious or

and look

turned around, lowering his gaze to

so tall at a hundred and eighty-eight centimeters. When Gwendolyn tried to make eye contact with him at close range, she had to crane her neck to look