Chapter 217

Giselle scolded herself deep down. The bedroom door opened again. Maverick stood in the doorway, his figure elongated against the light. Giselle glanced at him, then immediately turned her face away. Her emotions were laid bare. Maverick slightly furrowed his brows, but he didn't explain anything. He simply told Giselle, "Go take a shower." Giselle didn't make a sound. She sat on the bed for a while longer before she finally stood up. Her foot was injured, making her walk awkwardly. Maverick walked over, intending to carry her. As soon as he bent down, Giselle quickly avoided him. "I can go by myself." Maverick's hand hung in mid-air for two seconds before he put it down. He stood in place, staring at Giselle's retreating figure. He watched as she endured discomfort, choosing to argue with him out of stubbornness. He endured this for two seconds before he followed her, carrying her without a word. "Put me down." Giselle vehemently refused. "I'm very tired." Maverick tightened his grip,