Chapter 273

Giselle hopped out of bed, took off her shoes, and came to the guest room door. She stood outside the door, reached out to knock, then withdrew her hand. Maverick might accuse her of wishful thinking... But his actions this time, indeed could lead people to think wishfully. Giselle's hand moved back and forth, after a few hesitations, she took a deep breath. Since Maverick asked someone to look after her, he should at least give an explanation. She was just going to ask him, it wouldn't count as wishful thinking. Thinking this way, Giselle reached out her hand again. As she was about to knock, the door suddenly opened. Giselle's hand fell into the empty air, awkwardly hanging in midair. On the other side of the door, Maverick was also clearly taken aback, pausing for a moment. "Are you here to find me?" The question was odd as who else would she be there for, other than him? Giselle nodded, "Mm." Something flashed in Maverick's eyes, but he didn't speak. After a long while, he finally opened his mouth. "I was actually about to find you." In the guest room, Maverick couldn't sleep at all. Without Giselle in his arms, everything seemed off. So, he planned to go to the master bedroom, sleep in his rightful place. Even if Giselle was unwilling, she wouldn't be able to escape him. "Why strain yourself when you're actually capable?" But, unexpectedly, opening the door only to see Giselle. Surprised— Maverick as even wondering, whether she was like him, feeling uneasy without the other one around. "Why are you looking for me?" Maverick lowered his gaze, his tan-black eyes were on Giselle's face. Watching her with a hint of tenderness due to the guessing game in his mind. Giselle's heart throbbed under his gaze, becoming more suspicious, wondering whether it’s real. She pursed her lips, querying, "I wanted to ask you, why did you have someone keeping an eye on me?” Still this matter! Maverick's eyes became significantly stern, deepened a bit, "Does it matter that much to you?" Without hesitation, Giselle nodded, "Are you worried about me and Patrick..." "Can you promise you won't?" Even before Giselle could finish, Maverick cut her off. He looked at her intently, with an inescapable questioning look on his face. The tone and the look made Giselle a little uncomfortable, but she still pressed it down, "I won’t!" A straightforward answer. But Maverick did not believe her. He didn't believe that she could resist seeing Patrick and even more so, he doubted that she could stop caring for him… “There's no room for negotiation in this matter." Having said that, without giving Giselle a chance to ask further, he said, "Giselle, I Maverick will never allow myself to be cuckolded. Neither my body nor my heart permits it." So, it’s for this reason… Not because he was afraid of losing her. This seemed more convincing. Maverick wasn't afraid of losing her; he was afraid that she would cuckold him, which to Maverick, would be the utmost humiliation. Therefore, he resorted to such an extreme measure. In an instant, Giselle was glad she didn’t voice her thoughts. Otherwise— She would be made a laughing stock. ..... The next day, when Giselle woke up, Maverick didn’t go to work. He sat on the bed, dressed neatly. Noticing Giselle awakened, he asked her, "Where do you want to go today? I'll take you there." But Giselle dismissed his offer. She said, "I'm not going anywhere." After their unsuccessful communication yesterday, Giselle had come to terms with reality. Maverick was using her just to save his own face. After eliminating those impulsive fantasies, other than protesting against Maverick's actions, she had no other intentions. "Are you sure?" Maverick asked her again. Giselle responded with action, she pulled up the quilt, turned over, and lay back down. It was clear that she had no intention of getting up. Maverick watched for a couple of seconds, then stood up. He leaned down, placing one hand on the side of Giselle, said, "When you want to go out, contact me or you can have the people outside drive you. You can even have them carry the stuff you've bought." Giselle pulled the quilt up, covering her head, indicating she didn't want to hear Maverick talk. Maverick casually yanked down the quilt, "Think of it from another perspective, I merely assigned two bodyguards to you. Doesn't that make you feel more comfortable?" "I don't feel comfortable!" Giselle sat up abruptly, expressing her strong dissatisfaction. "I don't like being followed around." Maverick watched her, Giselle knew that nobody would care about her dissatisfaction. She pulled the quilt over herself again. But after only one second, she sat up again, this time jumping off the bed, and dashed into the bathroom. Maverick followed her, knocking on the bathroom door, "What's wrong?" Giselle's expression just now was visibly off. Giselle ignored Maverick, and after a moment, she pushed open the bathroom door and stepped out. Following the line of sight provided by the open door, Maverick caught a glimpse inside and saw the sanitary napkin that Giselle took out. Realizing something, Maverick furrowed his brows. Leaving Shallow Bay, Maverick drove in silence, his aura exceedingly subdued. Near the Hyland Group, he veered the steering wheel, heading in a different direction. Two hours later, Maverick emerged from the hospital. The doctor's words, "Are you sure you didn't take any contraceptives?" made him knit his brows. ....... Belinda’s trending topic had stayed on Weibo for several days. In recent days, she had moved into her small apartment. For several consecutive days, she didn’t dare to step out, fearful of being cornered and interrogated by the media. The small workshop's brokerage company, being two-faced, had started to treat Belinda coldly as soon as trouble arose. Not only did they fire her assistant, but they also began to pester her with various contract issues. Because in recent years, scandals involving celebrities could lead to the downfall of the shows they participated in, the investors, in order to protect their own interests, had to stipulate in the contracts that the artists should not have any scandals before the endorsement or television show was aired. Otherwise, there would be a corresponding penalty for breach of contract. The talent agency deducted all the film compensation that Belinda hadn't yet cashed in from the company's account due to this. Moreover, she still had to find a way to fill the hole of compensation for the breach of contract. Belinda was almost driven to a dead end. Though her career had picked up because of her connection with Steward, she was barely making a name for herself. The money she earned was not much, and she was now completely helpless facing the high penalty. She even begged Steward, hoping he could help her out of good old time's sake. But Steward was too cold-hearted! He didn't care about her wellbeing at all. The agent had been blaming Belinda these days, accusing her of being too greedy. If she had taken the money from Steward and quietly broke up with him, it would have been much better. Perhaps guilt-ridden, Steward might still help her with her career. However, because of her greed and her desire to marry into a wealthy family, everything turned out this way. Belinda was now in trouble. Even her cousin, who used to live off her, dared to act arrogantly towards her. She was filled with hatred! She hated Steward, and also hated Harper! She resented them for their role in her current misery. She hated Steward's ruthlessness and cursed Harper, hating that if it weren't for her, Steward wouldn't have been so heartless to her. "You'd better think about what to do with the child in your belly now. If you don't abort it soon, there might be problems." Belinda touched her stomach, "I will go for an abortion tomorrow."