Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 195

Indeed, he was due to be taught a lesson that night, and Gwendolyn’s anger simply would not subside until the man was crying and pleading for mercy.

She extended her hand toward him. “Belt.”

Without hesitation, Maverick swiftly unfasted the metal buckle and obediently handed the belt to her. Then, he turned around and faced away from the woman.

Gwendolyn felt a shiver course through her entire being. She folded the belt in half, her eyes glinting with resolution and intensity. Lifting the belt high into the air, she readied herself to strike the wounded back before her.

However, before she could swing the belt in her hand, her gaze involuntarily landed on the palm-sized burn on the man’s back.

The vividly crimson flesh and the gruesome wound provoked unease. It was so strikingly conspicuous that it was hard to ignore.

Besides, he’d sustained the injury by shielding her. Otherwise, it would be her face that was bearing such agony.

As Gwendolyn pondered on this, she experienced a surge of conflicting emotions. It felt as though an unseen force held her wrist, preventing her from lowering it no matter what.

She released a silent sigh and seemed to have deflated all of a sudden, for she realized, much to her vexation, that she actually started to feel sorry for him.

This feeling made Gwendolyn very unhappy.

The three years she had spent in the Wright residence were akin to enduring a living hell, devoid of any semblance of warmth. Following the divorce, she had observed some changes in Maverick and his growing sincerity. It would be disingenuous if she said she remained unmoved.

Nevertheless, Gwendolyn refused to tread upon that familiar path again.

No matter how much she attempted to sever the ties between him and herself, in the end, she would be the one to wind up hurt.

At that thought, she tightened her grip on the belt, trembling as though she had made a momentous decision.

Maverick remained motionless, not uttering a single word nor furrowing his brows.

Besides the involuntary tensing of his muscles throughout his body, it seemed as if he was impervious to pain.

Gwendolyn examined the red mark she had inflicted, her gaze unconsciously shifting to the center of his back, where the bloody, blurred wound pained her eyes.

Suddenly, her heart was thrown into turmoil, and despite everything, she couldn’t bring herself to follow through.

“Put on your clothes and get out!” She gave the man a ferocious kick on his shoulders and threw the leather belt back at him. “Hurry up and get lost. I’m exhausted, so we’ll settle this tomorrow.”

After uttering those words, Gwendolyn lifted the quilt and, with her back turned to Maverick, nestled herself within it.

Caught off guard, Maverick staggered slightly from the unexpected kick.

He leisurely fastened his belt, then rose to retrieve the shirt and suit from the dressing table.

Since the bandage had been removed, he refrained from wearing the clothes directly to avoid soiling them. Instead, he simply held them in his hand.

As he turned his head, he beheld Gwendolyn lying on her side on the bed, her back facing him. She hadn’t even changed her attire; how could she possibly appear as though she was ready to sleep?

“Gwendolyn, you’re still wearing your coat. It won’t be comfortable to sleep like this.”

Gwendolyn secretly clenched her teeth and replied, “I don’t care. Just go away!”

Maverick remained stationary at the foot of her bed, his gaze fixed on her the entire time.

Gwendolyn could sense it, a surge of anger rushing to her head. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her face inflated with irritation. Seizing the pillow next to her, she hurled it at Maverick.

“Get out!”

Maverick caught it steadily and placed it on the dressing table for her.

She then grabbed another pillow and threw it.

Maverick caught it once again, and a gentle smile hung on his lips.

Gwendolyn was truly furious, launching everything within reach from the bedside table—tissue boxes, ornaments, books, and more—directly at him.

Remarkably, the man caught each item effortlessly, never missing a beat. He then helped her place them on the dressing table.

The faint smile on his face brimmed with tenderness.