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.

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

teeth and said, “I want to see your

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

quiet, Gwendolyn

make sure you don’t even have your underwear left. You’ll be running naked around the villa for

Oh my goodness…

She is ruthless!

really run naked, my dignity and reputation

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

to try either

It’s absolutely impossible!

together. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. He did not utter a single sound anymore as he

unfasten the last button, he was still unwilling to give up. When he tried to open his mouth to give an

out there

be

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

his gaze, still pondering a way to bluff

his perfectly sculpted eight-pack abs. The bandage wrapped around his midsection slightly marred

Gwendolyn was not in the mood to admire it at that moment. As soon as

Maverick obediently turned around.

straight to work, forcefully tearing off his bandages with brute

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

the bloodstains on the bandages

Gwendolyn heard that, her movements became much

the bloodstained bandage, the palm-sized burn on his back was fully exposed

deeply as she

alarmingly fresh, with his flesh covered in blood.

reached out toward his

quite severe. How

quite severe, and Gwendolyn did not dare to touch it.

Maverick sighed inwardly.

was wrong just by

course, it is. It’s just sulfuric acid. Where’s the bleeding? I clearly didn’t see any blood

did not believe it at all. “Tell me the truth. Do you

the sulfuric

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

Is that really so?

say those

Charles who’s lying,

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

happens sometimes in

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

not believe a

she could see for herself whether it was serious or

around and look

around, lowering his gaze to

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 up at him, which was