Chapter 277

Will's words made Harper pause for a second. She was sitting in the passenger seat, glancing at Will. He was driving and casually said, "A while ago, the dean of KS heard that I was in the imperial city and mentioned you in our conversation. He said you're very talented and that there are more opportunities for advanced studies in Frystonia." Harper pursed her lips in silence. Will gave a light laugh and said, "Of course, it all depends on your wishes. I just wanted to let you know." As they hit a red light, Will came to a stop and looked earnestly at Harper, continuing, "If the imperial city has hurt your feelings, Frystonia would welcome you." His words had double meanings. Of course, he didn't think Harper would understand the second implication. But that's okay. Some things can take time. ..... Giselle returned home today in a sorry state. When she got home, Maverick was there too. Seeing him, Giselle started complaining, "Isn't Steward incompetent? He caused all this mess and now he can't solve it. Why should Harper bear the consequences of his mistakes? They've already broken up, yet Harper still has to suffer alongside him." She seemed to have forgotten that she had been ignoring Maverick for days. Listening to all this, Maverick's gaze fell on Giselle's clothes. He grabbed his coat, took off Giselle's, and replaced it with his own. "Why are you all wet?" He frowned in confusion. Giselle was irritated, "It's all Steward's fault. People outside are saying that Harper caused Belinda's miscarriage. We can't even have a peaceful dinner without being bullied." "Haven't had dinner?" "No." Giselle finished speaking, paused, and frowned, "Maverick, did you hear what I said?" "If I hadn't heard, would I have known that you hadn't had dinner?" Maverick walked into the kitchen after speaking. Irma was cleaning up and Maverick said, "Please make a bowl of noodles for Mrs. Hyland." Irma nodded, "Alright, I will do it right away." When Maverick returned, Giselle was pulling awkwardly at the suit on her body. She didn't notice earlier that Maverick had changed her clothes. Maybe she was used to such intimacy before, forgetting the current relationship between the two of them. "Does your hand still hurt?" Giselle was about to take off the suit that smelled of Maverick, but he straightened it back up and grabbed Giselle's arm. Giselle wiggled her arm. It was almost healed. She pulled off Maverick's arm, "Don't touch me." "How long are you going to stay mad?" "I'll stop being angry once you let them go," she said. "If we didn't have them today, wouldn't you have been bullied even worse?" Maverick asked, "As long as you don't go to the hospital, they won't affect you in any way." "That's what you think won't affect me." After finishing her sentence, Giselle looked at Maverick, "Tomorrow, I'm going to visit Harper. Can you stop them from following me?" Maverick glanced at Giselle without saying a word. The answer was quite clear. Giselle bit her lip, snatched off Maverick's jacket and stormed upstairs. Soon after, she came down wearing her own coat. Irma quickly prepared the noodles, and Giselle, having filled her stomach, went upstairs to take a shower. Her arm was much better now and it didn't affect her movement. Naturally, there was no need for Maverick to assist her. However, when she came out, she still saw Maverick standing at the bathroom door. Things had been this way for a few days, and truthfully, Giselle didn't need his help anymore. She didn't know who he was trying to show his concern for her. If he truly cared about her, he should consider her feelings and keep those two away from her. Giselle ignored Maverick as usual, went straight into her bedroom without glancing aside. Maverick didn't follow her in, but this didn't mean he wouldn't come in. On the large bed in the bedroom, there lay two thin quilts. It was because Giselle had no other choice. She added an extra one because Maverick insisted on sleeping in the bedroom every night. He would always pull her into his arms after she fell asleep, much to her chagrin. That's why she brought an extra quilt a few days ago. She would wrap herself up like a "zongzi" (rice dumpling) when she was sleeping. This way, Giselle would wake up immediately if Maverick tried to pull the quilt. It did have some effect. For the past couple of days, Giselle woke up just as she slept. Figuring Maverick was taking a shower, Giselle spread out the quilt. After lying down, she grabbed a corner of the quilt and began to roll around. She had just started rolling when the door to the bedroom was pushed open. Giselle's movement slowed down for a second, and she looked towards the door. Maverick had finished his shower. He was wearing dark gray pajamas, his expressionless face watching Giselle's actions. By now, Giselle wasn't afraid of Maverick at all. Even when he looked sullen, she didn't care and continued with her routine of wrapping herself up. But this time, just as she had finished wrapping herself up, Maverick strides over, grabs the quilt and pulls it off, leaving Giselle naked. "Give me back my quilt." Giselle sat up abruptly. Without uttering a single word, Maverick, clutching the quilt, opened the door to the bedroom and threw it out. When he turned back, Giselle raised her voice and yelled, "What are you doing?!" She swung her legs off the bed, but before she could touch the ground, Maverick held her waist and pulled her back onto the bed. He was decisive and direct. He grabbed Giselle's wrist, pulled over the remaining quilt to cover them, and with a swift move, embraced Giselle's waist and pulled her close to his chest. "Just sleep like this." "I don't want to!" Giselle began to struggle. Maverick only held her tighter, his voice cool, "You're not on your period anymore, are you? If you keep moving, I'll take it as a sign you want me." "....." Giselle felt the urge to bite Maverick to death. So, his assertiveness these past few days was just because she was having her period? "Maverick, can you do anything else besides threaten?" "What can I do, don't you know best?" "You have no shame!" "Giselle, are your thoughts wandering off to a weird place?" "....." Giselle was speechless to the point of extreme. After all, she didn't continue her struggle. Maverick was a man of his words, besides her strength was not as great as his, if he wanted to do something to her, she could not resist. Giselle obediently settled down as Maverick wrapped his arms around her. The faint scent of her permeated his senses, finally steadying his tumultuous heart that had been in turmoil for the past few nights. He simply wished to enjoy a peaceful sleep like this. That was what Maverick envisioned. However, the doctor's words from that day suddenly popped into his mind, causing a slight furrow in his brows. His hands gradually began to make their move. Giselle, unable to push him away despite several attempts, frowned, "Maverick, don't forget what you said." "What did I say?" Breathing heavily, Maverick clasped Giselle's wrist, pulling her over to him. He kissed her chin lightly, "I didn't promise not to touch you if you behave."