Chapter 256

Steward went to the bureau once again. Belinda was very nervous when she met Steward. From the moment Steward asked if she had done something, she began to panic. So, after Steward left, she kept thinking about, what to do. She secretly deleted the call records while Steward was sleeping, using his fingerprint. Even if that woman held onto her tightly, she wouldn't let go either. But all the accusations she anticipated, did not occur. The first sight of Steward made Belinda feel choked and he forcefully pinned her to the wall. "Who allowed you to do this?" "Steward...." Belinda was so scared that she lost her composure, she was frantically trying to remove Steward's hand, but the grip on his hand was increasingly getting tighter. Just when she thought Steward was really going to kill her. He let go of his grip. "Ahem ahem.." Belinda was coughing strenuously, once done coughing, she started to explain. "Steward, I didn't do anything. Please believe me." "Believe you?" Steward stared at her coldly, the hatred in his eyes was bone-chilling. "You dare to claim that you didn't answer the call, you dare to deceive me, are you tired of living?" "No, don't listen to that woman's nonsense, I didn't, I really didn't." "Do you think I, Steward, am easily fooled?" Steward gripped Belinda's chin, wishing he could smash that deceitful face, "What do you amount to? Haven’t I warned you not to provoke her?" "Steward, I..." Belinda's eyes suddenly reddened, and she burst into tears, "I'm sorry, I was confused, I... I didn’t want to lose you..." "What a 'don’t want to lose me'." Steward gritted his teeth, "Do you have any idea what you caused me to lose?" "Steward, she doesn't appreciate you, but I do, I'll treat you better than she ever did, really." While Belinda was speaking, her hand reached to touch Steward, but was fiercely thrown off. "You think you can compare with her, she is someone out of your league. You better stay here quietly, to pay for the stupidity you've committed." .... In Finceland, Premiere hospital. Giselle had an X-ray taken. Her arm wasn't broken, but had suffered rotator cuff damage and couldn't be lifted. Surgery wasn't required, but basic physiotherapy training was needed. She also had to wear a shoulder sling. Throughout the process, Giselle was gritting her teeth in pain, while Maverick coldly watched by her side. After Giselle cried out in pain a few times, she was silenced by Maverick's increasingly gloomy face. Once the shoulder sling was tied, Maverick picked Giselle up and gently laid her on the hospital bed. Despite his care, his face looked extremely grim. Several times, Giselle wanted to talk to Maverick, but she always ended up pursing her lips in silence. After Maverick had tucked Giselle into the quilt, he sat at the edge of her bed, not saying a word, just staring at her. His gaze was intimidating. Finally, Giselle could no longer bear the silence and weakly said, "Maverick, why are you being so scary?" Maverick responded with an attitude of utter indifference. Giselle bit her lip, "What did I do to upset you?" "You really are something else, aren't you?" Maverick finally spoke, his voice suppressed with irritation as he tugged at his collar, "Should I put a surveillance on you, or should I buy you a hospital?" "........" "This wasn't my fault." Giselle muttered in a small voice with a wronged expression, "It was all because of Steward. I didn't even have any time to react to whatever he was throwing at me." "If he has lost his mind, can't you try to avoid him a bit?" Maverick was visibly pissed as he directed a sharp word at Giselle. "Why are you yelling at me?" Maverick showed no sympathy towards her and even reprimanded her. This stirred up Giselle's fighting spirit, "You dare to yell at me, but why don't you teach your brother a lesson? He bullies your wife and you don't confront him about it. You're blind and couldn't see it, instead of settling scores with him, you yell at me. What kind of man does that make you?" "You!" Just as he raised his voice, he subdued it again. Maverick said, "I didn't yell at you." "But you scolded me. As a patient, you don't care about me is one thing, but scolding me is another." Maverick really had no place to argue, finally, he could only soften his tone, "I am mad at you, as you don't know how to protect yourself." "I think I protect myself pretty well." Giselle didn't agree at all. Maverick glanced at her, "I need to thank you for leaving me a life." His words were loaded with sarcasm. Just as Giselle was about to retort, there was a knock on the door. Harper entered the room carrying a bottle of glucose wine reliever. The hospital room was specifically asked for a double bed. Seeing Harper come in, Maverick stood up and said, "You two chat." Before leaving, he went to Giselle. He didn't know why he was so worried. He feared that she would hold a grudge against him if he didn't say a few nice words. "I do care about you." He said, probably because of Harper's presence in the ward, he appeared a little awkward. He didn't say anything else, only, "Don't talk for too long, rest early, and call me if you need anything." As soon as Maverick stepped out of the ward, he saw someone approaching far down the corridor. He narrowed his gaze and walked over to meet him. Steward stepped up to ask him, "Is Giselle okay?" After saying this, he looked guilty, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, I was just too rushed and careless. If you still want to hit me, hit me a couple more times." Maverick gave him a cold glance without saying a word. Steward seemed to want to go find Harper again. Seeing Maverick ignore him, he moved towards the hospital room. He was stopped by Maverick, "If you have any shame left, don't go and make a scene." "I just want to talk to Harper for a little more." "No one would care for your dirty laundry with that minor starlet." "Do I stand no chance?" "You should've realized this a long time ago." "I never thought about breaking up with Harper. I really didn’t." "You should've thought of that when you were messing around with others." "You also think I'm a jerk, don’t you?" This was a rhetorical question. Maverick looked at the regretful Steward in front of him without saying a word. The meaning was clear - yes, you're a jerk. Steward scoffed, "I am a jerk, but you don’t understand." He continued, "I've been with Harper for so many years, only her. I'm a man, I have my own desires. I admit, no matter what you say, I'm a jerk. But tell me, which man would be content with only having been with one woman in his entire life?" He looked at Maverick, "You ask yourself, would you settle?" Maverick coldly stared at Steward, "I'm not as despicable as you." "Of course, you'd say that because you're not like me, you're not someone who only has been with one woman." "Who says I'm not?" As Maverick finished speaking, Steward paused for a second before Maverick disdainfully said, "Not everyone is like you, don’t justify your scum behavior." Steward was taken aback. Indeed, this was the excuse he had made for himself. He told himself that he was just an ordinary man, his desires, the mistakes he had made, are those of any man would commit. But Maverick told him. No. Not all men would be this way. He, Maverick, certainly would not. He had not even touched Nancy, he only had Giselle.