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.

his shirt, he asked softly, “Should I…

gritted her teeth and said, “I want to see your wound! Why would you

lowered his head, only daring to voice his

so quiet, Gwendolyn could hear every single word

you keep babbling on, I’ll make sure you don’t even have your underwear left. You’ll be running

Oh my goodness…

She is ruthless!

naked, my dignity and

she continued with a wicked grin, “Or maybe I’ll have Elven and the others find a rope to tie you up and hang you from that tree outside the garden, naked as a specimen for

to

It’s absolutely impossible!

tightly together. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. He

to give up. When he tried to

naked out there

more impossible to be hung

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

gaze, still pondering a way to bluff

shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted eight-pack abs. The bandage wrapped around his midsection slightly marred the aesthetic, but his healthy tanned complexion

at that moment. As soon as Maverick finished

Maverick obediently turned around.

to work, forcefully tearing off his bandages with

had to carefully unwrap it layer by layer. Her movements were swift, and her strength was

on the bandages became clearly visible. Maverick let out a

heard that, her movements

bandage, the palm-sized burn on

furrowed deeply as she observed it

alarmingly fresh, with his

out toward his

quite severe. How come it doesn’t seem like an injury

to touch

Maverick sighed inwardly.

was wrong just by taking a glance

acid. Where’s the bleeding? I clearly didn’t see any blood when I

all. “Tell me the truth. Do you actually know what happened to the injury on your

the

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

Is that really so?

say those words to remind

Charles who’s lying,

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

Coincidence happens

gently. “This wound may look frightening, but it’s not serious. Look

simply did not believe

had eyes, so she could see for herself

and look at

obediently turned around, lowering his gaze to

eighty-eight centimeters. When Gwendolyn tried to make eye contact with him at close range, she had to crane her neck to look up at him, which was a bit tiring for her neck because she was