Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 183

Gwendolyn turned her head, picked up a footstool next to the small couch in the room, and sat down facing him with a look of seriousness on her face.

“I’m giving you the antidote not because I’m trying to force you to terminate the agreement, but because I’ve noticed that you’ve been in constant pain lately. Due to the effects of the 023 special drug, your pain will only get more intense. Since you saved me this time, I want to help you relieve the severe pain as a way to repay you.”

Maverick stared at her intently. He did not respond.

Gwendolyn continued to explain, “About the employment agreement… Since we have already settled it last time and I still have your recorded promise, I won’t bring it up again.”

Does this mean she no longer has her initial guard up against me? Does this mean that everything I’ve done recently has brought me one step closer to her?

“Aren’t you afraid that after giving me the antidote, you won’t be able to beat me in a fight and I’ll bully and hurt you?”

Gwendolyn’s red lips curved into a seductive smile.

“Will you do that?”

Maverick’s pale, thin lips curved slightly as he gave a decisive answer. “I won’t.”

Gwendolyn suddenly narrowed her eyes, a mischievous smirk appearing at the corner of her mouth. “Aren’t you afraid that what I give you isn’t the antidote for 023, but an even stronger and more torturous drug?”

“You won’t do that.”

Even if she were truly that ruthless, as long as it was her request, he would not hesitate to inject the drug.

“Yes, I won’t. So, this is the real antidote, and it’s in your hands now. Go ahead and inject it,” Gwendolyn said in a casual tone.

Now?

Maverick glanced down at the box in his hand.

At that moment, he was almost pushing himself to the limit, feeling incredibly weak all over.

If he proceeded with the injection then, Gwendolyn, with her keen perception, would definitely notice that something was off with his body.

She did not like being indebted to others. If she knew that it wasn’t sulfuric acid at the bar that night, but rather the S404 RNA virus, she would feel quite guilty.

Ultimately, guilt did not equate to love.

He neither spoke nor moved an inch.

“What’s the matter? Are you really afraid I’ll mess with you?”

Maverick shook his head. He said in a deep voice, albeit weakly, “Last time, I performed the injection myself, but this time… can you help me?”

He handed her the black-and-gold box, his tone faintly tinged with a hint of childishness.

Gwendolyn refused as she met his eyes.

He added, “Just this once.”

Gwendolyn took it. However, the man did not seem to have any intention of undressing. Instead, he leaned back and lay down on the rocking chair.

“What are you doing? Take off your clothes and give me your arm.”

Maverick tilted his head, exposing his neck that was as pale as paper. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he said, “Go ahead and pierce the jugular vein.”

Gwendolyn glanced at him and, without any hesitation, directly gave him what he wanted with a single needle. She did not hold back at all.

Administering medication through the jugular vein is quite painful.

Yet, Maverick merely furrowed his brow, showing no particular emotion.

The injection, with a syringe the thickness of a pinky finger, was completed in just ten seconds.

Gwendolyn casually tossed it into the bin. Then, she turned around only to find a motionless Maverick gazing at the sunset on the horizon.

He seemed languid and listless, lacking energy.

Gwendolyn had always felt that something was off about him. Just as she was about to continue questioning, Maverick spoke first. “Gwendolyn, if I die, will you remember me for the rest of your life?”

His voice was light and breezy, with a touch of nonchalance.

“No way.” Gwendolyn raised her eyebrows and scoffed, “When you die, I’ll quickly forget your existence and move on with my life. However, they say that misfortune lingers for a thousand years. You are a complete menace, so I don’t think you will be dying anytime soon.”

“You really are a… cold-hearted, wicked woman.” Maverick chuckled softly, his tone of complaint laced with a hint of indulgence.

What was even more amusing was that he particularly adored her wickedness, her ruthlessness, and everything about her.

He had already fallen deeply for her. He could not extricate himself from her charm.