Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 167

A sudden sharp pain coursed through Maverick’s body as a gunshot sounded.

The pain didn’t come from his chest, but from his right arm.

His eyes shot open, and he looked down to see a streak of blood on his white shirt. A bullet had grazed his arm.

All of a sudden, the clamor behind him ceased.

He glanced back and saw Natasha still in the same aggressive stance, ready to attack. Her expression gradually turned from ferocious to numb as a bullet had pierced through her chest.

Blood bloomed like a vibrant poppy flower and stained her dress crimson.

Natasha paused for a moment. At the sight of blood on her chest, she turned deathly pale. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed and fell unconscious.

Slow, loud claps could be heard from the doorway just then.

Charles looked at Gwendolyn with admiration shining in his eyes. “You’re too modest, Gwen. You still have such accurate aim even though you haven’t touched a gun in years. You truly are my student,” he praised.

Gwendolyn tossed the revolver in her hand aside. Her expression was stone cold under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, and she didn’t respond to Charles at all.

Maverick remained in the same spot and met Charles’ gaze.

Charles laughed sarcastically, but it was unclear whether he was laughing at Maverick or himself. “You win. We just played a game where Gwen had to choose between you and this woman. Even after you came to the suburbs this late to meet your ex-lover behind her back, she still chose you. It’s making me envious,” he remarked.

“A game?” Maverick repeated, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He pursed his thin lips and scrunched his brows as he looked at Gwendolyn.

She didn’t look at him but instead stared at Natasha, who had fallen to the ground. “Is this what you wanted to see? Is it fun?” Gwendolyn asked Charles.

“It’s not fun, because I’ve upset you,” Charles replied.

His eyes revealed a touch of desolation, and his voice softened slightly. “Gwen, you’re still young, so it’s understandable that you want a plaything. But I can also play with you for as long as you want. The bond we’ve had for so many years, isn’t it deeper than your relationship with this man?”

Maverick’s brow furrowed even more when Charles mentioned his long-time bond with Gwendolyn.

Both men’s gazes were fixed on Gwendolyn.

She stared straight ahead, not looking at any of them. As she turned to leave the cabin, she said, “It’s getting late, and I’m tired. Mr. Newton, since you requested this game, I’ll leave you to deal with Natasha.”

Gwendolyn took a few steps forward before noticing Maverick wasn’t following her. “Are you coming? Or do you want to walk back on your own?” she called.

Maverick scrambled to catch up.

When he passed by Charles, their gazes clashed, sparks flying from the intensity. Their disdain for each other was obvious.

The atmosphere was extremely tense on the way back to Bay Villa. No one took the initiative to break the silence.

Maverick carefully turned his head to glance at Gwendolyn.

She was watching the passing scenery outside the window with a blank expression and cold eyes. It was unclear what she was thinking.

The streetlight cast a warm halo on her profile, etching her breathtakingly beautiful face into his heart.

Earlier, when Maverick realized that Gwendolyn was aiming for Natasha and not him, he felt a sense of relief.

However, the pressure in the car was too much at the moment as it was evident that Gwendolyn was in a bad mood. William, who was driving, didn’t even dare to move.

Maverick tentatively reached out, crossing the invisible boundary between them, and gently tugged on her sleeve.

Gwendolyn showed no reaction, still staring out the car window and lost in thought.

In an attempt to catch her attention, he let out light coughs and complained, “Gwendolyn, I’m injured…”

Still, he was met with silence.