Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 168

Charles lay on the couch with a half-smile, gazing at Maverick with his deep blue eyes.

With his lazy posture, he oozed an aura of mischief.

Charles had looked into the people around Maverick and found that they were no ordinary people. As for Maverick’s background, it was too clean that he could not help but feel suspicious.

“I’m just Maverick, that’s all. Nothing more.”

Maverick’s dark eyes became serious as he took a step forward, his long legs carrying him to the couch next to Charles. Then, Maverick sat down, his posture straight and proper.

With a casual glance, he first noticed Charles’ exposed, perfectly sculpted chest muscles and collarbones beneath the black shirt. Paired with those deep, blue eyes, Charles looked absolutely enchanting like a fairy.

Even I, as a man, found him attractive. Gwendolyn probably finds him pleasing to the eye as well, right?

Maverick suddenly thought of Charles mentioning his long-time bond with Gwendolyn, as well as the complex look in Gwendolyn’s eyes when she saw Charles at the police station.

Gwendolyn… She did like him, didn’t she?

When Charles noticed Maverick staring at his body, a wicked smile played on his lips. “I’m the kind of person who insists on having what’s mine. If anyone dares to lay a finger on it, I’ll chop them down and take back what belongs to me. Do you understand what I mean?”

Hearing that, Maverick laughed.

Does Charles think he can chop me down?

He poured himself another glass of wine and elegantly drank it.

With a tone of provocation, he began, “You can give it a try, and I’ll play along. But…”

Maverick paused for a moment, his expression serious and cautious. He then added, “Gwendolyn is not anyone’s personal possession. I learned this a long time ago. She has always been independent and full of ideas, and her decisions cannot be influenced by others.”

“Of course, but I can guide her in making choices, just like last night.”

When the incident from the night before was mentioned, Maverick’s dark eyes narrowed. As he exuded a fierce aura, the surrounding atmosphere chilled.

Charles sat up and looked him in the eye. “I taught her how to shoot. She’s very smart and learns quickly. Last night, I was right behind her and saw her every move clearly.”

Maverick realized what Charles wanted to say and suddenly furrowed his brows.

Charles went on, “If she didn’t want to hurt you, she had the ability to keep you unharmed. So, she must have been angry with you and even harbored murderous intentions. To her, you are just a pet. She rewards you when you obey and punishes you when you don’t. She stopped loving you a long time ago. Think back to the expression on her face when she first saw me. I have a place in her heart. Once the misunderstanding between us is cleared up, she will no longer need her pet. Do you understand?”

Maverick’s thin lips tightened as his deep and cold eyes quivered slightly.

Charles admired his expression and laughed with arrogance.

In the next moment, Maverick also burst into chuckles.

“No wonder you’re the director of the Central Intelligence Agency. You’re skilled at sowing discord, manipulating emotions, and exploiting people’s vulnerabilities. You can tear apart and crush people’s fragile hearts, leaving them utterly devastated.”

Upon hearing this, Charles narrowed his eyes and gazed at Maverick warily.

Charles had only said a few sentences, yet Maverick already figured out what he was up to. This revealed that the latter did not look as simple as he appeared.

Maverick continued, “You didn’t meet me secretly today just for something casual, right?”

Charles resumed his light-hearted smile at that.

He voiced, “Don’t you want to find out how much you truly mean to her? When faced with life and death, who will she care about more? Is it you or me?”

The two men stared at each other.

One had a look of cold and profound depth, while the other had a charming and unrestrained gaze.

Gwendolyn and Yulia were in the middle of a meeting when suddenly, a commotion erupted in the hallway outside.

It was very noisy.

After exchanging glances, Gwendolyn and Yulia stood up and opened the door to investigate.

Outside the door, a man in a suit was arguing with the female assistant.

“What’s wrong?” Gwendolyn asked.

The assistant hurried over and said, “Ms. Shalders, I told this gentleman that you cannot meet visitors as you are in a meeting with Ms. Sullivan, but he insisted on barging in. I could barely stop him!”

Turning around, the man nodded respectfully to Gwendolyn. “Ms. Shalders.”

Gwendolyn studied his face and found him familiar-looking. “Are you Charles’ subordinate?”

The man was visibly pleased to be recognized.