Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 184

Maverick knew his own body, and he probably wouldn’t be able to hold on until Gwendolyn came home from dinner.

Is this really how I’m going to die?

He was unwilling to accept it, yet he was powerless to change it.

As of now, he did not even have the strength to write a farewell letter.

Earlier, that had been the first time Gwendolyn had hugged him since the divorce.

No, she wasn’t hugging me. She was only patting my head.

Charles was right. In the end, Gwendolyn saw Maverick as nothing more than a pet.

She no longer loved him.

As Maverick pondered on this, his consciousness gradually grew hazy, and there were black spots in his vision.

“Gwendolyn…”

I’ll give you my life, Gwendolyn, but can you give me your love in return?

Resigned to his fate, he closed his eyes and let his arms hang limply at his sides. He looked serene.

All was tranquil around him.

Apart from the curtains rustling in the breeze, the only other noise in the room was the sound of blood dripping from his fingertips onto the floor, one drop at a time.

In the car, Gwendolyn suddenly felt a sharp, intense pain in her heart.

She pressed a hand to her chest, her delicate face turning pale from the pain.

Charles noticed that something was off with her and quickly asked, “Gwen, what’s wrong? Are you unwell?”

He leaned forward, wanting to help her.

Gwendolyn reached out to stop him. After taking a few deep breaths, she felt the pain gradually subside.

Why did I feel pain in my chest all of a sudden?

She had never had any heart-related illnesses, and the pain this time was inexplicably excruciating.

“I’m fine. I guess it’s because I haven’t been sleeping well for the last couple of days. Anyway, it’ll all be over in a few days’ time.”

As she spoke, a faint, icy gleam flashed in her eyes.

Charles didn’t notice her darkened gaze and continued to show his sympathy and concern.

However, Gwendolyn was not listening to him at all.

For some reason, she found herself thinking about how pale and sickly Maverick had looked before she left the house earlier.

He’s been acting strange tonight.

Why did he ask me all those odd questions, such as whether I’d remember him if he died?

He sounded like a dying patient who could not accept his own fate.

The more Gwendolyn delved into her thoughts, the more uneasy she felt.

She recalled the way he had grabbed her by the wrist before she left the house earlier and the warning he had given her.

He had said, “Charles is not a simple man. There may be secrets behind him that could be extremely detrimental to you. You must be cautious and on your guard around him in the future.”

In hindsight, Maverick’s choice of words had seemed odd.

It was almost as if he had used the words “in the future” to exclude himself from any future events in Gwendolyn’s life.

She thought about his trembling hands, his furrowed brows, the overwhelming sense of weakness that he couldn’t hide, and the way he had said, “If I die…”

Gwendolyn’s breath hitched, and she shouted at Charles’ driver, “Pull over!”

“What’s wrong, Gwen?” Charles asked.

Gwendolyn quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door. “Something urgent came up. I’m afraid I won’t be able to make it to the dinner tonight. Let’s do it another time!”

“Gwen—”

Charles’ words were cut off when Gwendolyn slammed the car door shut.