Chapter 342

Nolan frowned, his attention first drawn towards Maverick, "Did you call him here?" Maverick gave him a cold glance, "You'd better think about who you have offended." In Maverick's perspective, the fact that Giselle was drugged and the media arrived so co-incidentally suggested that someone had set a trap for Nolan. After all, in that circle, jealousy and hatred are rampant, and any underhanded method is possible. After Maverick spoke, Nolan also grew suspicious. His assistant's phone call came through once more, "Brother Yi, you should come down quickly. It's all over if they manage to snap some photos." Given Giselle's situation, if people assumed that Nolan was the one who drugged her, his career would be ruined. Before Nolan could even move, Maverick squinted his eyes, "She's suffered enough from gossips. You want those paparazzi to take photos of her?" Nolan tightened his fists and said to Maverick, "Take care of her, and send her to the hospital after her bath." Maverick nodded his head. "You..." Nolan was still worried. He gave another order, "Don't touch her." Maverick stared at him, saying coldly, "You don't need to worry about her." Nolan couldn't afford to stay any longer, at this point he had no choice but to trust Maverick. The door was quickly shut. After Nolan left, Maverick turned and headed into the bathroom. Giselle, soaked in the bathtub, her rosy flush hadn't faded from her face. She was clearly shivering from cold, yet she incessantly claimed to be hot, her hands ripping at her clothes. Maverick silently walked over, taking hold of Giselle's hand. Her chest was covered in scratch marks from her fingernails. Giselle's hand was seized. She arched her back, moaning, her body continuously pressing against Maverick. "Help me, why won't you help me...." She cried pitifully, like a cat. Maverick embraced her waist as she clung onto him. "Hang in there, Giselle. You'll feel better soon." "It won't be better, it's too uncomfortable... I'm going to die…" Giselle had already lost her reason. Despite being immersed in cold water, the heat in her body was spreading even more intensely. The fever almost draining her entire body. She clumsily kissed Maverick indiscriminately, her chaotic kisses raining onto him. But it was not enough... still not enough... Giselle rolled over from the bathtub, pouncing onto Maverick. His compliance of squatting down to Giselle's level led to him being taken aback, falling directly to the ground. Despite this, he held onto Giselle's waist, preventing her from falling. "Giselle..." He called her name, wanting to get up, but Giselle was not giving him the chance. A majority of the bathtub water was brought out by Giselle, the bathroom was filled with water. She pounced on Maverick, started to pull on his clothes, skillfully unfastening his belt buckle. "Giselle." Maverick held her hand, and she started crying, tears coursing down her cheeks. Due to the drug she had been given, her lips and face were flushed red. Combined with her tears, the sight tugged at his heartstrings. Maverick found himself holding his breath. There was a reaction within him. How could there not be? When Giselle kissed him, he had thoughts. However, he was certain, that this was not what Giselle truly wanted. She was drugged, anyone would do at this moment. It did not have to be him. As the thought ran through his mind, Maverick avoided Giselle's kiss, causing her to feel terrible. She cried even louder, "Why won't you help me..." Seeing her cry, Maverick felt unbearable. In the end, he ignored the beliefs deep in his heart, went along with Giselle, cupped her face, and kissed her deeply. Such a response, although it did not solve the root problem, it slightly eased Giselle's plight. Maverick took this opportunity to stand up. Giselle was all wet, and he was worried she might catch a cold. "We should go to the hospital." He hoisted Giselle sideways into his arms. Just as he was about to leave the room, there was a knock on the door accompanied by the clamor of voices outside. All the reporters had gathered at the door. They had heard that Nolan and Giselle were inside. This was undeniably a bombshell piece of news. Almost every media outlet in Finceland had mobilized, blocking the hotel corridor to the point that not even water could trickle through. Since no one answered their knocks, some started to kick the door. Breaking the door only meant paying for damages, a small price compared to missing a scoop like this, which equated to a large loss. As the sounds of door-kicking grew louder, Maverick set down Giselle, who was currently soaked. He shed his outer coat to wrap her and coaxed her, "Be good, Giselle." But Giselle was beyond listening at that point, she could only think about surviving... her body was writhing uncomfortably. Maverick took a deep breath and could only hold her tightly in his arms. A little more delay, and the door would be destroyed. Maverick opened the door, and the reporters outside, who appeared to anxiously pounce, froze collectively in the following moment. “Mr... Mr. Hyland, how come it's you?” There was no media outlet in Finceland that did not recognize Maverick's face. After all, in this industry, they had to do their homework on who should be avoided. Maverick's face was stone-cold as he said coldly, “Am I a surprise to you?” The reporters instantly felt they had been played, “We apologize, Mr. Hyland. We received a false report, saying… saying that your ex-wife...” Before the man could finish his sentence, he suddenly spotted Giselle with a flushed face. This made the situation even more embarrassing, "Let's... Let's go." They closed the door in a rush. Those in the back, unaware of the situation, were puzzled, "What's going on? Why aren't we filming?" "Fool, it's Mr. Hyland meeting his ex-wife." ........ Once the journalists had left, Giselle could no longer wait. She hastily removed the coat wrapped around her body, moving quickly to undo Maverick's buttons. "Give it to me, please....." She couldn't hold back, desperate as if she would die the very next second. She wrapped her arms around Maverick's neck, passionately kissing him. Maverick lowered his head, watching the woman kissing his chest. He tightly gripped her waist, dark eyes narrowing, taking in a deep breath, "Giselle, do you know what you're doing?" “Can you or can't you? Are you impotent...” Giselle, in her urgency, cursed him blatantly. Crying, she bit Maverick, "Maverick, are you impotent?" At her words, Maverick froze. He held onto Yan's shoulders, “Giselle, whose name did you just call?” Giselle pounded her hands against his chest, having lost all reason, yet his name still echoed from her mouth, "Maverick, give me....." Maverick suddenly pulled Giselle into his arms tightly, so tight that his heart felt congested. "Whatever you want, I'll give you," he whispered, "As long as you ask for it, I'll give it all to you.” Giselle silenced him with a kiss, without missing a beat, Maverick held the back of her head, reciprocating with an even more passionate kiss. It's not enough, not enough at all... Giselle began tearing at Maverick's shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Maverick bent down and scooped Giselle into his arms. Giselle was tossed onto the bed, Maverick hovered over her, his hands pressed down on her shoulders, he whispered at her lips, asking yet again, "Giselle, who am I?" Giselle murmured weakly, "Maverick is...Maverick...oh…" Giselle yearned for Maverick, and Maverick surely craved her just as much. Every night, he yearned for her profoundly. He only wanted Giselle. Only she can truly satisfy him, from body to soul, the epitome of contentment.