Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 169

The two men quickly got to work, efficiently and without fuss. Their speeds were at par as their hands moved in a flurry of rapid movements.

Gwendolyn knew nothing about assembling guns, so it left her feeling dizzy and confused.

However, her gaze remained fixed on Maverick.

He was too calm. Even though he claimed to have only tried guns a few times, his skillful movements were clearly muscle memory.

Moreover, he was able to assemble a gun without falling behind Charles in the slightest. It was impossible to achieve this without years of handling firearms.

As Gwendolyn stared at Maverick intently, her expression grew increasingly serious.

Across from her, Charles keenly sensed that her focus had been on Maverick the entire time. She did not even spare a second to look at him.

When Charles reached the final step, he deliberately paused for half a second.

In that split second, Maverick finished assembling the gun. He coldly raised it, aiming at Charles’ forehead with murderous eyes.

His well-defined hand was poised to pull the trigger.

Gwendolyn noticed Maverick’s actions and almost instantly exclaimed, “Maverick, no!”

Maverick was taken aback. His dark eyes quivered uncontrollably, but he did not move.

“Put it down. That’s an order!”

Across him, Charles’ eyes were filled with provocation.

Maverick bit his lower lip hard, his heart trembling from the order yelled at him. At that moment, his entire body felt painful as if thousands of needles were pricking it.

After struggling for two seconds, he finally put down the gun with a pale and dispirited face.

On the contrary, Charles laughed heartily. “Congratulations. You won the game but lost her. I told you. You’re just a pet that has to obey its master. Now, it’s time for you to quit.”

Maverick looked down. His dark eyes were empty and lifeless, and even his hands and feet felt ice cold.

Meanwhile, Charles turned his gaze back to Gwendolyn. With a delighted tone, he said, “Gwen, I knew it. Even though you refuse to accept me verbally, you do care about me deep down. From now on, let’s be good to each other and stop all the arguments. All right?”

Gwendolyn glanced at Maverick, then at the last part that Charles never managed to assemble.

In an instant, it occurred to her that Charles had just employed a little trick.

She looked at him and said coldly, “You’re wrong. I just didn’t want to see blood. If you had loaded the gun first, I would have stopped you from killing him just the same.”

Charles’ expression gradually froze.

Gwendolyn continued, “If I had to choose between you and him, I would choose Maverick.”

When the one-year employment contract was over, she would not have any further involvement with Maverick. He had personally guaranteed it, and she even had the recording on her phone.

However, Charles was different.

If he was unable to completely cut off his strong possessiveness and longing for her, it would only bring her a lot of trouble in the future.

Charles was more troublesome than Maverick.

“Gwen, I know you’re still mad at me—”

Gwendolyn interrupted, “The issue between us happened many years ago, and I’m already over it. Besides, you and I could never be together.”

Then, she looked at Maverick with a sultry and inviting smile and beckoned at him with her slender fingers. “Come, sit on my lap.”

Both men were stunned in unison.

Under the spell of Gwendolyn’s enchanting eyes, Maverick found himself getting up and walking toward her.

Gwendolyn gently pulled him into her embrace, allowing him to sit on her lap.

Despite her smaller stature compared to the two men, her aura was powerful and not inferior to theirs.

The playful glint in her eyes made her seem more like a playboy than them.

Maverick’s body was rigid as his mind went blank and his heart pounded wildly. He was utterly confused about what Gwendolyn was trying to do.

Did she actually make me sit on her lap?

Gwendolyn looked into his puzzled eyes, gently ruffled his short hair, and smiled with her eyes crinkled. When she spoke, her voice was soft and alluring, captivating him completely.

“Hug me.”

Maverick’s fingers stiffened. It took him two seconds before he tentatively wrapped his arms around her waist.

Maverick extended his left hand with his palm facing upward and spread it flat.

“Both hands.”

Maverick did as he was told compliantly.

The next second, Gwendolyn skillfully wrapped the belt around his wrists, quickly bounding them together by tightening the buckle.

She then raised his hands so that they were lifted high above his head before pulling his white shirt from his pant’s waistband and bringing it to his thin lips.

“Bite it.”

Maverick immediately held the fabric with his teeth like a docile pet.

With his shirt lifted, his skin revealed a sickly pale hue under the dim light of the private room. It was the effect of the special drug.

His sculpted abs were in full view, their intricate lines exquisitely defined.

Needless to say, the scene was exceptionally pleasing to the eyes.

Gwendolyn gently caressed Maverick’s abs with her icy cool fingertips, savoring the sensation and taking her time to relish every moment as if she were enjoying a delicious delicacy.

All this time, there was a mischievous smile on her face.

“Do you like it?”

Maverick was tingling with desire because of her teasing. Unintentionally, he let out a soft whimper.

As Charles watched from the side, he clenched his jaw so tightly that his teeth ached.

The scene before him intensely provoked his nerves.

With reddened eyes, he uttered, “Gwen…”

Gwendolyn ignored him.

She still felt that the impact was not enough.