Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 198

Gwendolyn locked her eyes with Maverick, and her mind was clear. “The blood is still fresh, which means that something just happened here. Didn’t you see anything when you and Nico rushed over?”

Maverick remained silent and glanced at Nico.

Nico caught the hint and explained, “I was the first one to arrive here. When I came in, I happened to catch someone trying to escape through the window, so I injured him with a small knife. This should be the blood left by that person.”

“And where is that person? How could that person escape from someone with your skills?” Gwendolyn questioned.

Nico was at a loss for words momentarily. He pretended to scratch his head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry. It was my bad. He had companions, so I didn’t go after him.”

Fine.

Since the person wasn’t caught, there was not much for Gwendolyn to ask further.

She glanced at Maverick again. Other than his pale face and lips, he seemed fine. Could he really have caught a cold?

“Let’s go back to the villa.” Gwendolyn turned and walked toward the door.

Maverick followed behind her.

The wounds on his lower back would get torn with every step he took, causing him excruciating pain. It was so painful that he felt weak and weightless.

Nico quickly stepped forward and supported him by holding his arm.

Gwendolyn halted her steps and turned around when she heard the commotion. “What’s wrong?”

Maverick breathed in and forced a smile. “Nothing. He slipped.”

Nico was speechless.

How did I become the scapegoat for everything?

He gave Gwendolyn a wry smile. “Yes, I missed a step. But luckily, I reacted quickly and managed to grab Mr. Wright’s arm in time to avoid falling!”

It was a small incident that Gwendolyn didn’t pay much attention to. She swiftly left the abandoned factory.

Maverick had Nico drive away the car they came with, while he sat in Gwendolyn’s car to head back together.

On the way back, clad in a suit, Maverick sat upright with his back not touching the seat of the car.

Gwendolyn noticed his action. Recalling the burns on his back, she did not dwell on it further. “How did it go with Charles today? Did you find out anything?”

Maverick swallowed hard. It took him a couple of seconds before he replied, “Nothing, but don’t worry. Tomorrow, we will make him spill the beans.”

“Okay.”

Silence filled the remaining journey.

Soon, they arrived at Bay Villa and entered the living room together.

Gwendolyn was leisurely changing her shoes.

Maverick had already changed and was about to head up the stairs while holding onto the handrail.

He took a couple of steps but stopped and turned around before saying, “Gwendolyn, are you hungry tonight? I feel a bit tired and want to take a quick nap before cooking.”

Gwendolyn felt strange, but she didn’t refuse. “I’m not very hungry. We can eat later.”

“Then I’ll head up first.”

Gwendolyn remained silent as her gaze followed his figure until he disappeared around the corner of the second floor.

For some unknown reason, she had a peculiar feeling. She couldn’t help but notice that on their way back. From the subtle expressions on his face, he seemed to be enduring pain. Has his back injury worsened?

She followed him upstairs, and Maverick’s door was not locked.

She gently opened the door, just enough to see someone peacefully lying under the covers and fast-asleep.

However, Gwendolyn noticed that he was sleeping face down, and he didn’t even remove his suit jacket.

She pushed the door open and walked to the edge of his bed. Gently, she reached out and touched his forehead.

As her icy-cold hand made contact with his forehead, Maverick’s eyelashes trembled slightly. “I’m not running a fever, and I’m just tired. I’ll feel better after getting some sleep.”

Indeed, he was only slightly warm, indicating no fever.

Perhaps she was overthinking.

“Okay, you should get some rest then.” Gwendolyn withdrew her hand. Just when she was about to stand up and leave, a strong force suddenly pulled her back.

Before she could react, she realized that someone had wrapped his arms around her waist. He even nestled his head in her embrace with his upper body sprawled across her lap.

She was initially taken aback, never expecting him to be so bold this time.

“Let go!”

Not only did Maverick not loosen his grip, but he also grabbed her tighter around her waist and burrowed into her arms.

“Just let me hug you for a little while,” he pleaded.

Gwendolyn froze for a moment before suddenly recalling her resolution from last night to make things clear with him. Her expression turned icy cold in an instant.

She reached out and forcefully tried to pry his arm away. “Let go! Have you forgotten your place here? In this villa, I’m the one calling the shots, and you should listen to me!”

Maverick didn’t have much strength left. Just as Gwendolyn was about to forcibly remove his arms from her waist, he pleaded softly, “Please, just let me hold you for a little while. Just this once…” For one last time.

Even if he managed to survive the ambush in the forest of the eastern suburbs three days later and successfully returned to Salinsburgh to resolve the turmoil within the family, his chances of survival remained slim.