Chapter 172

"..." Giselle replied, "Pervert." She could tell that Maverick was a cold-blooded and heartless hooligan. It was a waste of her breath. After all, she couldn't starve herself. She began to sit up slowly from the hospital bed. After she adjusted her posture, she turned her head and saw a spoonful of porridge being sent to her mouth. "Open your mouth." There was no extra warmth in his voice. Giselle looked up and stared straight at Maverick. There was no special emotion on his handsome face. Noticing that she was looking straight at him, Maverick raised his eyes, and his dark eyes met hers. He pulled his lips and said, "Didn't you say that other men would do this at a time like this?" "..." Did he want to be the same as others? Ah- Giselle didn't expect that Maverick would have such a side. Giselle opened her mouth obediently, and Maverick fed her spoonful by spoonful. Neither of them spoke. But when the porridge was in her mouth, she felt her heart beating harder and harder. In the end,