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.

buttons of his shirt, he asked softly, “Should I…

said, “I want to see your wound! Why

just mention stripping… naked?” He lowered his head, only daring to voice

so quiet, Gwendolyn could hear

sure you don’t even have your underwear left. You’ll

Oh my goodness…

She is ruthless!

my dignity and reputation

find a rope to tie you up and hang you from that tree outside the garden, naked as a specimen for

to try either

It’s absolutely impossible!

were pressed tightly together. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. He did not utter a single sound anymore as he silently undressed

up. When he

naked out there

even more impossible to be

to take off my clothes to

still pondering a way to bluff his way

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

was not in the mood to admire it at that moment. As soon as Maverick finished undressing, she got up and walked toward him.

Maverick obediently turned around.

work, forcefully tearing off

more than a dozen times, she had to carefully unwrap it layer by layer. Her movements were swift, and her

bloodstains on the bandages became clearly

heard that, her movements became

burn on his

brow furrowed deeply as

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

toward his back but stopped just

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

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

Maverick sighed inwardly.

tell something was wrong just by taking

clearly didn’t see any blood when I applied the medicine

“Tell me the truth. Do you actually know what happened

the

expression 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 why I

Is that really so?

say those words

Charles who’s lying, or is he

such a coincidence? Your old injury on your back was hurt tonight? Don’t you think this reason seems a

it? Coincidence happens sometimes in this

but it’s not serious. Look at me now. Do I

believe a word he

eyes, so she could see for herself whether

and

around, lowering his

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 up at him, which was a bit tiring for her neck because she