Chapter 272

"I've told you, I'm not eating! Can't you hear me?" Giselle stared at Maverick with resentment. She couldn't understand what exactly he wanted. To give her a sweet date after slapping her? Whether the date was sweet or not, she didn't know. But, the slap hurt a lot; he actually dared to lock her up... No matter how Giselle thought about it, she couldn't accept it. She was not a pet, she was a person. Even if Maverick was her husband, he didn't have the right to keep her confined at home. "Maverick, don't you realize, you're behaving like a pervert!" The word 'pervert' made Maverick's hand, holding the spoon, rigid. He placed the cake aside. "Think what you like." Even if she thought he was a pervert. He still wouldn't let her go to see that man. As Maverick turned to leave, Giselle couldn't help but to chase after him. "Maverick, I'm telling you, you can't keep me shut inside like this, it's illegal. If you keep this up, I can sue you, I'll divorce you..." Once the word 'divorce' was uttered, even Giselle was taken aback. Up ahead, Maverick stopped his outward steps dead in their tracks, even his silhouette tensed. "No, I didn't mean that." Giselle hurriedly explained, "I was just angry and blurted it out..." Maverick turned around abruptly, their eyes met, and Giselle fell silent immediately. With Maverick's gaze being scarily cold, Giselle couldn't withstand it and looked away. She was frustrated, how could she have blurted out those words so recklessly. Giselle hung her head slightly, in her line of sight, Maverick's black leather shoes step by step approached her, until, the tip of his shoe almost touched hers. "Do you want a divorce?" "No, I don't." Just as Giselle raised her head, Maverick cupped her face, he bit her lips harshly, Giselle let out a pain-induced gasp. "Don't even think about it!" His deep voice, with an unquestionable tone. Maverick pulled Giselle into his embrace, with immense force. Giselle explained, "I didn't mean to say it like that." Maverick remained silent. "I'm sorry." She admitted when she spoke wrongly. But it didn't mean that she would compromise. Different matters should be judged separately, these are two different issues. Giselle stayed silent in Maverick's arms for quite a while. Finally, she said softly, trying to keep her tone calm, "Maverick, I really don't like it when you're like this." She said, "I feel no freedom when you act this way." "Do you want to go shopping, or go to Blossom Avenue? I can accompany you anywhere." "Can you stop letting people watch me?" "No!" "Do you have to be like this?" "Yes!" "But I can't accept this." "That's okay." Maverick even patted her head, "You don't have to accept it." He didn't require her acceptance, he just didn't want her to see that person. Once again their conversation failed, Giselle pushed Maverick away. She bit her lip as a reminder, "I'm not a pet you raise, you can't treat me this way." But Maverick didn't pay heed, "You can ignore them." How could she ignore this? The two people were standing right at the door, she wasn't blind. Giselle understood Maverick too well; once he made a decision, it was challenging to change his mind. He wouldn't really care about her wishes. During dinner, Maverick had forced Giselle to come downstairs to eat. Yet she had no appetite. After eating a bit, she stopped and didn't want to eat any more. After dropping her chopsticks, she went upstairs, not wanting to interact with Maverick. Setting aside the fact that Maverick kept her confined at home, his this particular action was something Giselle could never accept, no matter what. This brought to her mind the days in the hospital. The way the doctors and nurses looked at her was no different. They'd drawn a circle around her world and didn't allow her to step out of it. When unable to control her, they would give her a tranquilizer. Unexpectedly, she, a perfectly sane person, was still being treated like this. Maverick, having had his dinner, went upstairs. Probably, he knew Giselle wouldn't want to share the bed with him and so, went to the guest room on his own accord. Giselle, on the other hand, began to text Harper. On hearing about Maverick's actions, Harper was also quite shocked. Maverick actually did this! "You probably feel just as speechless as I do. I'm getting so frustrated." "Having someone to keep an eye on you so you won't meet Patrick, isn't his possessiveness over you too intense?" Giselle also found it hard to understand. "He wasn't like this before. At most, he was just a tad jealous." "He used to be very jealous?" Giselle pondered, it seemed to be the case. From the very beginning, he had been jealous of Andrew. "Yes." Giselle texted back a word. There was a long silence from Harper. After quite a while, she finally responded, "Maverick has never been jealous for Nancy." Giselle found it hard to believe. Regarding Maverick's jealousy, she had attributed it to his character from a long time ago. Because, how could a man of Maverick's status allow what belonged to him—people and possessions—to be coveted by others, or have his lover covet others? This would be a challenge to his masculine charisma. He was so arrogant; of course, he would be upset. "Maybe you just didn't know." "This is what Nancy herself said back then." Harper remarked, followed by, "Giselle, have you ever thought that Maverick might be doing this because he is too scared of losing you?" Giselle was startled. She stared at the sentence for a long time, from the initial denial to doubt, to disbelief... "Do you think it's due to this, about Maverick?" "I don't really know; other than this, I can't think of any other reason that would make Maverick act in such a way." After chatting with Harper, Giselle had decided to retire to bed. However, this particular conversation kept whirling in her mind, disrupting her sleep. Was Maverick really afraid of losing her? Why was he scared of losing her? The more she thought about it, the deeper she went down this rabbit hole, until finally, she sat up straight on her bed. Well, she decided to flatter herself a bit. If that was really the reason, she could reassure Maverick that it wouldn't happen. She'd tell him that her concern for Patrick's condition was because she could not remain indifferent. She once loved him deeply, and she admitted that it was hard for her to remain impassive. However, her concern wasn't because she still loved him. As she grew less eager to simply be a gold-digger, as she became more dependent on Maverick, as she started to constantly compared herself with Nancy, and as she constantly found herself feeling jealous, she had come to realize… Someone had quietly slipped into her heart. It was a liking she could not resist, even with her sensibilities.