Chapter 343

"Giselle, say you love me." At some point, he started to coax her. The feeling of being left hanging was unbearably annoying for Giselle, but when she opened her mouth, her voice was exceedingly coquettish. "Don't you..." Before she could voice her final words, Maverick cups her face and places a gentle kiss, as bewitching as a spell, "Tell me, who do you love?" "You." Giselle hummed softly, her fingers eagerly climbing over Maverick, "I love you." Maverick caressed her face, a face lost in desire and unclear in judgement. "Who am I?" He kept questioning her. "You, Maverick, I... love you." Even if the 'I love you' was spoken under these circumstances, it was still enough to drive Maverick mad. He had been waiting all this time, just for Giselle's 'I love you'. She doesn't need to do anything, she just needs to love him. As long as she willingly loves him, he would lay all he has in front of her. Anything she desires, everything that is his, he would give it all to her without reserve. "I love you too, Liangliang." He gave her comfort as he whispered into her ear, "Never leave me, always love me, and stay by my side, just like today. Can you do that?" Liangliang, muddleheaded and a bit dazed, blurted out, "Okay." All night long, the room was filled with the scent of desire. Constantly engaging in mutual pleasures until the early morning, they both finally fell asleep. Due to the effect of the drugs, Liangliang was more passionate than ever. Such passion had Maverick somewhat overwhelmed. However, even so, he wouldn't disappoint Liangliang. That night, Liangliang had a dream. In her dream, she was surrounded by fog, with ambushes on all sides. She was running frantically, panic stricken, but no matter where she went, danger followed. Just at the brink of despair... Someone reached out to her through the mist. "Liangliang," he called, "Come here." She saw Maverick. The immense joy she felt in her heart, and the absolute trust and a sense of safety she had in him, made her hasten towards him without a moment's hesitation. Just as she was about to grab his hand, the man in front of her vanished all of a sudden. "Maverick." She called out his name loudly, but no one answered. She began to panic even more. She looked around, but she couldn't find Maverick... A voice in her head told her to look down. Once she did, she saw a profound abyss beneath her feet. As her gaze descended, she rapidly plummeted... "Help!" "Ah~" With a scream, Giselle suddenly woke up from her dream. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a closed environment, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. But the next second, when her hand reached the chaotic signs on the bed, her body froze. Looking downwards, she was naked under the quilt, covered in marks. This kind of soreness and marks were not for the first time! Giselle found it hard to breathe and her hand clutching the corner of the quilt began to tremble. Who? In the instant when this question flashed through her mind, the bedroom door was pushed open with great force. The man who came in was only wearing a towel around his waist. He appeared at the head of her bed in a hurry. "What's wrong?" When Maverick, who was showering, heard Giselle's cry for help, he appeared by her side at his fastest speed. "Maverick?" Upon seeing Maverick, Giselle's emotions reached a peak of complication. For a moment, she didn't know if she felt relieved or what... "It's me." Smack-- Maverick Mo's voice, drowned out by Giselle's smacking hand. A fleeting emotion, blanketed by anger. Giselle's hand curled into a fist, her eyes red with strain. "You bastard, animal, rapist, I'm going to call the police, I will definitely call the police...." Giselle's hysterical anger left Maverick Mo startled for a while. He looked up, disbelief hiding in his eyes, "You're calling the police?" "I am." Giselle's answer left Maverick Mo once again in silence. "How could you do this to me....." Giselle bit her lip, "You think, by doing this, I would become your mistress? Maverick Mo, give up this hope, I not only won't, but I will also call the police." "Do I really..." Maverick Mo suppressed his emotions, staring at Giselle, "Disgust you this much?" "Absolutely!" Another immediate affirmative answer. The sweet intimacy of last night, became bubbles after sobering in the morning. The happiness and satisfaction Maverick Mo felt last night, was now replaced by equally intense pain and loneliness. "Giselle," he said, "Did you forget what you said last night when you proposed love? You said you loved me, did you forget?" "Impossible." Giselle did not believe it. She couldn't believe that she would ever say this. Her fondness and love for Maverick had been deeply buried long since the moment she woke up in Frystonia. She could not afford to love. How could she possibly tell Maverick that she loved him? When she was willing to declare her feelings in the past, he didn't believe her. How could she possibly inflict that pain on herself again now? Compared to a love that brings suffering, She would rather just stay alive. Giselle stated this so assuredly, that Maverick couldn't help but laugh. He was trying to suppress his laughter, but he couldn't hold it in, "It's impossible." He whispered, laughing coldly, "It's impossible." After repeating himself, he suddenly stood up and stared coldly at Giselle like a madman, "In what way am I not good enough for you?" He asked, "Do you think you are still the Giselle from before? Do you think there's someone who will love you like Patrick once did? Now, in the entire Imperial City, who besides me would give a cripple like you a second glance?" 'Slap—' With this slap, Giselle fell weak at the knees. Her eyes hurt unbearably, as did her heart; the pain was too much for her to bear. She clutched the blanket, burying her head in it. Her body couldn't stop trembling. Maverick felt like he'd gone completely mad to say such things. He didn't mean a word of it. He just wanted Giselle to understand that no one would care for her, love her, more than he did... He just wanted her to understand, only he was worthy of her love. "I'm sorry." Watching Giselle's trembling body, Maverick reached out his hand, wanting to touch, to comfort, to hold her into his arms. However, feeling his approaching presence, Giselle forcefully swung away his hand. "Get out!" Pointing in the direction of the door, she pleaded, "Leave, please leave." Feeling so powerless. Even begging Maverick to leave has become a request. Pleading with him, she really begged him, to keep away from her, even farther..... It felt like her heart was about to split open again.... She was a coward, afraid of death, afraid of that despairing sensation attacking her over and over again. She evaded, resisted... She just wanted to completely abandon those people and matters that would plunge her into a predicament.