Chapter 194


    Chapter 194 More Important Than Pride


    Suddenly, that statement turned the atmosphere in the room to be quite suggestive.


    Seeing Maverick standing there dumbfounded and not even moving his finger for quite a while,


    Gwendolyn furrowed her eyebrows slightly, and her expression became solemn. “Hurry up; I want to


    see the injury.”


    Maverick’s enthusiasm deted in an instant.


    Oh, she just wants to see the injury; I have overthought it.


    Wait a minute…


    She wants to check my injury?


    Why is she suddenly doubting my injury? Did Charles say something to her?


    “My injury is fine. I’ve been applying medicine for the past couple of days, and it’s almost healed.”


    Gwendolyn gave him a cold nce and said, “Take it off!”


    Maverick did not move a muscle and replied, “I’m wearing a bandage, so even if I take it off, you won’t


    be able to see anything.”


    “I can remove it. Worst case, we’ll just reapply the medicer.”


    Her tone was very firm.


    She seems determined.


    Maverick did not speak or move, pondering how to get away with the situation.


    Gwendolyn saw right through his thoughts with just one nce.


    “Don’t try to fool me tonight. You must take your clothes off!”


    “Gwendolyn, I appreciate your concern for my injury, and it warms my heart. However, it’s gettingte


    tonight, so let’s get some rest and check on it tomorrow.”


    Gwendolyn gritted her teeth.


    She suppressed the urge in her heart to tie the man up and strip him off forcibly.


    Patiently, she stated, “You are the one who said earlier that you would unconditionally obey any


    command of mine. Was that just empty talk?”


    Upon being confronted with the promise he made, Maverick was rendered speechless.


    Being left with no choice, he stretched his hand toward the gold buttons on the suit. His slender


    fingertips gently circled around each button, unfastening them one by one in an extremely slow motion.


    Gwendolyn did not rush him either. She gently rubbed between her brows and waited quietly. After all,


    there were not many pieces of clothes for him to take off, so it would not take long.


    Maverick took off his suit, gently cing it on her dressing table.


    After hesitating for a few seconds, he continued to take off his shirt.


    After unbuttoning the two buttons of his shirt, he asked softly, “Should I… take off my pants?”


    Gwendolyn gritted her teeth and said, “I want to see your wound! Why would you take off your pants?”


    “Didn’t you just mention stripping… naked?” He lowered his head, only daring to voice his usation


    softly.


    However, because the room was so quiet, Gwendolyn could hear every single word clearly.


    “Maverick! If you keep babbling on, I’ll make sure you don’t even have your underwear left. You’ll be


    running naked around the vi for fiftyps!”


    Oh my goodness…


    She is ruthless!


    If I really run naked, my dignity and reputation will be gone at once!


    Gwendolyn could see that he was clearly intimidated, so she continued with a wicked grin, “Or maybe


    I’ll have Elven and the others find a rope to tie you up and hang you from that tree outside the garden,


    naked as a specimen for the whole night. Which one would you like to try?”


    I don’t want to try either one!


    It’s absolutely impossible!


    Maverick’s lips were pressed tightly together. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. He did not utter a


    single sound anymore as he silently undressed himself.


    As he was just about to unfasten thest button, he was still unwilling to give up. When he tried to open


    his mouth to give an excuse, a fierce re from Gwendolyn shot over as a warning.


    Running naked out there is simply impossible!


    It’s even more impossible to be hung up at the tree!


    But I also don’t want to take off my clothes to show her the wound…


    He lowered his gaze, still pondering a way to bluff his way through.


    Under Gwendolyn’s gaze, he slowly removed his silk shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted eight-pack


    abs. The bandage wrapped around his midsection slightly marred the aesthetic, but his healthy tanned


    complexion was still incredibly pleasing to the eye.


    Nheless, Gwendolyn was not in the mood to admire it at that moment. As soon as Maverick


    finished undressing, she got up and walked toward him. “Turn around.”


    Maverick obediently turned around.


    Gwendolyn got straight to work, forcefully tearing off his bandages with brute strength.


    As it was wrapped more than a dozen times, she had to carefully unwrap ityer byyer. Her


    movements were swift, and her strength was strong.


    As thest fewyers were unwrapped, the bloodstains on the bandages became clearly visible.


    Maverick let out a soft hiss.


    After Gwendolyn heard that, her movements became much gentler.


    After removing the bloodstained bandage, the palm-sized burn on his back was fully exposed to


    Gwendolyn’s eyes.


    Gwendolyn’s brow furrowed deeply as she observed it intently.


    It had been four days, yet his wound still looked rmingly fresh, with his flesh covered in blood. It was


    a horrifying sight.


    Her trembling fingertips reached out toward his back but stopped just before touching him.


    “Your wound is actually still bleeding, and it looks quite severe. Howe it doesn’t seem like an injury


    caused by sulfuric acid?”


    The injury was quite severe, and Gwendolyn did not dare to touch it. She reluctantly withdrew her


    hand. Her expression was solemn.


    Maverick sighed inwardly.


    Sure enough, she could easily tell something was wrong just by taking a nce at it.


    “Of course, it is. It’s just sulfuric acid. Where’s the bleeding? I clearly didn’t see any blood when I


    applied the medicine during the day.”


    Gwendolyn did not believe it at all. “Tell me the truth. Do you actually know what happened to the injury


    on your back?”


    “Yeah, it’s the sulfuric acid.”


    His expression was natural. It was as if he was lost in thought for a moment when he suddenly said in


    an enlightening tone, “I remember now. That night, I hid in the trunk of the car, and it seemed like I


    identally hit my back when I was fighting with Charlester on. That was probably why I bled.”


    Is that really so?


    Why would Charles say those words to remind me, then?


    So, is it Charles who’s lying, or is he the one lying?


    “Could it really be such a coincidence? Your old injury on your back was hurt tonight? Don’t you think


    this reason seems a bit contrived?”


    “Is it? Coincidence happens sometimes in this world.”


    Maverick spoke gently. “This wound may look frightening, but it’s not serious. Look at me now. Do I


    look like I’m not feeling well?”


    Gwendolyn simply did not believe a word he said.


    She had eyes, so she could see for herself whether it was serious or not.


    “Turn around and look at me.”


    Maverick obediently turned around, lowering his gaze to meet hers.


    He was so tall at a hundred and eighty-eight centimeters. When Gwendolyn tried to make eye contact


    with him at close range, she had to crane her neck to look up at him, which was a bit tiring for her neck


    because she was only one hundred and sixty-eight centimeters tall.


    “Kneel.”


    Thest time she uttered that, Maverick felt an inner resistance, even a sense of humiliation.


    However, he did not hesitate this time. He slowly bent his knee while keeping his back straight.


    In the face of the important matter of pursuing my wife, what does pride even matter?


    Gwendolyn swiftly extended her hand, lifting his chin and gazing down at him from a superior position.


    “Maverick, do you really think I won’t find out if you don’t tell me? Mr. Kieran is also my friend. If I ask


    him toe over and take a look himself, you won’t be able to hide it anymore. At that point, you’ll


    completely lose my trust. Think it through.”


    Her gaze was cold and sharp. “Do you want to confess or wait for me to find out?”


    Maverick’s dark eyes flickered.


    After struggling internally for a while, he finally said, “It’s not sulfuric acid, but S40 strong corrosive


    potion.”


    “What is it?”


    “It’s a liquid with simr properties to sulfuric acid but with stronger corrosiveness. If ites into


    contact with the skin, the burns can be quite severe, and ordinary ointments won’t be effective. The


    healing process will also take a longer time, and the scars won’t easily fade. However, it doesn’t cause


    any harm to the body’s internal organs.”


    “Who told you this?”


    Maverick blinked his dark eyes. “I didn’t know it either until Charles told mest night. He said he stole


    the drug from a warboratory.”


    “Really?”


    Maverick nodded. “Yes.”


    Gwendolyn had never heard of that kind of thing before, but his exnation seemed quite simr to the


    condition of his injury.


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    But… is it really just a superficial wound?


    She stared at Maverick for a moment.


    It seems like I won’t be able to get any more information tonight. Since it’s rted to the warboratory,


    I’ll ask Asher tomorrow; he should know.


    She sat back down by the bed, clearly annoyed.


    “You really can’t be honest, can you? Just because of this injury tonight, you’ve told several lies. Can


    you even keep track of them all?”


    Maverick saw that she seemed to believe him and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.


    “Are you angry?”


    Gwendolyn remained silent, turning her face away. Her entire body exuded an extreme coldness.


    It seemed that she was seriously angry as she did not even bother to respond to him.


    He did not stand up. Instead, he crawled on his knees to her feet. Carefully, he took her small hand in


    his and gently pressed it against his abdomen.


    With a gentle and soothing tone, he said, “I’m sorry, it’s just a superficial wound. I know you don’t like


    owing anyone favors, so I didn’t want you to feel guilty. I didn’t mean to hide it from you. Please don’t


    be mad. How about I let you pinch my abs?”


    “Who cares about your abs?”


    Gwendolyn withdrew her hand angrily and red at him with annoyance.


    “How about… you take that belt and give me a good whipping, so you can let off some anger?”