Chapter 261

She tried a few times but each time her arm was touched, it hurt. In the end, she could only call out for Maverick in the bathroom. Even though they have been open and honest with each other, under the bright warm light of the bathroom, Giselle still felt a bit embarrassed. She reached out to grab a bath towel but she couldn't wrap it around her, so she just held it in front of her. The moment Maverick emerged from the bathroom, he heard Giselle's voice. He walked over. After entering the bathroom, there was a washroom, and next to it, a frosted glass door. Opening it, he saw Giselle, her hair wet and her eyes full of helplessness. She used her right palm to hold open the bath towel in front of her. — How unfortunate. The towel couldn't cover everything. Leaning against the door, Maverick let his gaze wander from top to bottom, scanning Giselle. The corners of his mouth curled up with interest, observing her without hesitation. In her heart, Giselle cursed him a rogue. She wanted to hold the bath towel wider, but unfortunately, her actions had the opposite effect, making the towel cover even less. Flustered, Giselle heard a suppressed chuckle from Maverick. "You're laughing!" This time, Giselle glared at him. Maverick quickly hid his smile, stepped in, and held the sides of the bath towel. The distance between them was very close as he wrapped her with the bath towel. Maverick's fingers would occasionally brush against Giselle. Giselle thought to herself, he must be doing it on purpose, deliberately taking a long time to wrap the towel around her. Unsurprisingly, she was right. The next second, Maverick's finger landed on her bare back. Giselle straightened her body with a frown, accusing with her words, "Maverick, what are you trying to do?" As she questioned Maverick, he looked down at her, his dark eyes holding a hint of a deep gaze. When he spoke, his voice was deep and slow, extremely alluring. "Giselle, you're in a rush." "..." Giselle was puzzled, "When was I in a hurry?" The finger on her back was replaced with his palm. With a gentle force, Giselle's body was drawn up against Maverick's. Maverick's eyes never left Giselle's face. His other hand reached up to push away the damp strand of hair on her face. "Do you know you're injured?" He asked in a low voice, as if he was reminding Giselle of it. "Of course I know, so you..." Before she could finish asking him to let her go, Maverick interrupted her in a voice full of gentle mockery, "But since you made the first move, I certainly won't let you down." "Huh?" Giselle, "Maverick, you are misunderstanding." Maverick pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, "I won't laugh at you." "......" Giselle said, "You really misunderstood." Maverick picked up Giselle, carefully and gently placed her onto the bed. He then started to undress himself. "Maverick, I'm a patient!" Giselle raised her voice. Maverick glanced at her, "I'm a healthy man." "Just because you're healthy, you disregard my wellbeing?" Giselle fumed. "I'll be careful." However, worried that Giselle might actually be upset to death, Maverick brushed his hand over her face and shifted the blame onto her. "Who asked you to intentionally seduce me?" So this was her fault now??? .... Very obviously, Maverick did what he said. He was very careful, which made him appear quite gentle. In the end, Giselle became indulged in it, unable to pull herself away from him. That night, even her clothes were put on by Maverick. At that time, she was already in a daze, knowing only that Maverick was indeed very gentle. He was worried that her arms would hurt, so he helped her to get dressed, taking every step with great caution. It made her, for a moment. Feel like a little child. And a moment later. She felt like a gem that Maverick held in the palm of his hand, as if he loved her deeply. Seemingly! Carrying these blurry thoughts, Giselle fell asleep. She had a dream, and Maverick was all over her dream. In the dream, she almost entirely relied on this man. In her dream, she felt that she truly loved him very deeply. In her dream, she even had a little thought of bearing a child for him. But when she woke up, Giselle vehemently shook her head. She didn't want to have a child, didn't want to, having children would make her ugly, and gain weight, even grow lines... and there's also the possibility of being betrayed. Maverick was a regular man, it might be hard for him to endure ten months. By the time, he might turn out to be like Harrison, giving her a love-child out of wedlock a year later, and she’d have no one else to cry to. ——Besides. Seeing Harper and Steward, Giselle became even more skeptical about men. Giselle could hardly recall how much Steward used to love Harper. Each time she thought about it, she would lose a bit more faith in love. After having breakfast, Maverick took Giselle to the hospital. Giselle said she didn’t want to stay in the hospital alone today. Maverick then made a phone call to Judd, postponing the morning meeting for an hour. After Giselle finished her rehabilitation, he took her to Bo’s house. When they arrived, Maverick went to the meeting. Giselle was waiting for him in the office. She felt a bit bored. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of Maverick's office and looked outside. From the high-rise building, she had a wide view. But when she was looking out, she suddenly thought of Patrick going to the hospital. This matter was bothering her. She couldn’t quite get it out of her head, it made her think and care continuously. Sigh—— The more she thought about it, the more something felt off. Giselle stomped her feet irritably, and as she turned around, she happened to see Maverick walking in. The irritability on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a smile. Giselle went over and said, "You finally finished the meeting. I was almost bored to death." "I've already fast-forwarded things." Maverick had sped up his meetings because he was worried that Giselle might be bored. When the two were together, there was always a sense of stickiness between them. With ease, Maverick wrapped his arm around Giselle's waist. Later, while he worked, Giselle would occasionally sit on his lap, rest her head on his shoulder, and they would exchange a few words. But Giselle didn't feel bored. It was truly strange. Now, as long as she stayed by Maverick's side, she would experience this incredibly comfortable and tranquil feeling. To the point where she didn't suddenly think of Patrick. Usually, during lunchtime, Maverick would have Judd bring him food back to his office, to enjoy alone. However, since Giselle was here today, he didn’t want to force her, a person who was afraid of boredom, to spend the whole day in his office, so he took her out for lunch. They traveled to a fairly renowned home-style restaurant. Before their meal, Maverick went to the restroom. Just as he left, a call arrived. As he answered it, his brow furrowed deeper. The person on the other end of the call said there was a problem with Belinda's side and they had to release someone. As for the crux of the problem, Maverick sneered, then pulled out a cigarette box. Even he felt dissatisfied!!!