Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick)
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.

As he leaned close to her, Gwendolyn whispered softly into his ear at a volume only the two of them could hear. "Put on a show with me." Maverick frowned and stayed still, his head being forcibly pressed onto her shoulder.

From Charles' perspective, Maverick was hunched over and nestled in Gwendolyn's arms.

Gwendolyn, on the other hand, looked calm as if she were already accustomed to it.

The scene was particularly glaring. Charles' eyes narrowed, and he spoke with difficulty. "Gwen, are you trying to provoke me on purpose?" Gwendolyn lazily shrugged her shoulders. "Charles, you like a woman who can snuggle in your arms coquettishly. However, I have money and power. Why should I be a submissive woman? I also want to spoil a man and love him. You see, this is why we are not destined for each other."

She went on, "Also, I remember you're a clean freak. After I put your coat on the flower stand that day, you never wore it again. You didn't like me putting your coat there, and you don't like your things being touched. But you should know that I never belonged to you. I belong to myself, so I will do what I want and touch other men."

Charles gritted his teeth. "You enjoy roleplaying because you're still young. Well, I can play with you for as long as you want. Everyone does crazy and reckless things when they're young! I don't care about your past at all. All I want is you."

Once I find an opportunity to kill Maverick, she will belong to me again.

Gwendolyn sighed quietly to herself.

He's quite stubborn. It seems like the impact isn't enough.

At that thought, she gently patted Maverick's back and signaled him to straddle her and face her.

Without a word, Maverick followed her command.

Gwendolyn stroked his handsome face, a hint of laziness in her teasing voice. "Maverick, you two may be done with your games, but I'm exhausted from all the commotion you guys caused. Don't you think it's time to do something about it?"

Maverick stared into her eyes with his dark orbs. He did not quite understand what she meant, but he did not stop her either.

No matter what Gwendolyn wanted to do, he would always unconditionally support and obey her.

Even though he knew her gentle smile at that moment was just an act, it was still enough.

When he snuggled in her arms and wrapped his arms around her slim waist just now, his nostrils were filled with her pleasant fragrance. It felt just like a dream.

If this were a dream, I'm willing to drown in it.

Noticing his distraction, Gwendolyn pinched his chin with an arched brow and reminded him, "Give me your belt."

Without hesitation, Maverick deftly unfastened the metal buckle, pulled out his belt, and handed it to her.

"Hand."

Does she want to vent her anger by giving me a good beating?

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.

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