The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 183 Will You Remember Me

His heart ached intensely. The suffocation he felt in his chest made it almost impossible for him to catch his breath.

What should I do to win her back?

Gwendolyn turned her head, picked up a footstool next to the small couch in the room, and sat down facing him

with a look of seriousness on her face.

“I’m giving you the antidote not because I’m trying to force you to terminate the agreement, but because I’ve

noticed that you’ve been in constant pain lately. Due to the effects of the 023 special drug, your pain will only get

more intense. Since you saved me this time, I want to help you relieve the severe pain as a way to repay you.”

Maverick stared at her intently. He did not respond.

Gwendolyn continued to explain, “About the employment agreement… Since we have already settled it last time

and I still have your recorded promise, I won’t bring it up again.”

Does this mean she no longer has her initial guard up against me? Does this mean that everything I’ve done

recently has brought me one step closer to her?

“Aren’t you afraid that after giving me the antidote, you won’t be able to beat me in a fight and I’ll bully and hurt

you?”

Gwendolyn’s red lips curved into a seductive smile.

“Will you do that?”

Maverick’s pale, thin lips curved slightly as he gave a decisive answer. “I won’t.”

Gwendolyn suddenly narrowed her eyes, a mischievous smirk appearing at the corner of her mouth. “Aren’t you

afraid that what I give you isn’t the antidote for 023, but an even stronger and more torturous drug?”

“You won’t do that.”

Even if she were truly that ruthless, as long as it was her request, he would not hesitate to inject the drug.

“Yes, I won’t. So, this is the real antidote, and it’s in your hands now. Go ahead and inject it,” Gwendolyn said in a

casual tone.

Now?

Maverick glanced down at the box in his hand.

At that moment, he was almost pushing himself to the limit, feeling incredibly weak all over.

If he proceeded with the injection then, Gwendolyn, with her keen perception, would definitely notice that

something was off with his body.

She did not like being indebted to others. If she knew that it wasn’t sulfuric acid at the bar that night, but rather the

S404 RNA virus, she would feel quite guilty.

Ultimately, guilt did not equate to love.

He neither spoke nor moved an inch.

“What’s the matter? Are you really afraid I’ll mess with you?”

Maverick shook his head. He said in a deep voice, albeit weakly, “Last time, I performed the injection myself, but

this time… can you help me?”

He handed her the black-and-gold box, his tone faintly tinged with a hint of childishness.

Gwendolyn refused as she met his eyes.

He added, “Just this once.”

Gwendolyn took it. However, the man did not seem to have any intention of undressing. Instead, he leaned back

and lay down on the rocking chair.

“What are you doing? Take off your clothes and give me your arm.”

Maverick tilted his head, exposing his neck that was as pale as paper. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he said, “Go

ahead and pierce the jugular vein.”

Gwendolyn glanced at him and, without any hesitation, directly gave him what he wanted with a single needle. She

did not hold back at all.

Administering medication through the jugular vein is quite painful.

Yet, Maverick merely furrowed his brow, showing no particular emotion.

The injection, with a syringe the thickness of a pinky finger, was completed in just ten seconds.

Gwendolyn casually tossed it into the bin. Then, she turned around only to find a motionless Maverick gazing at the

sunset on the horizon.

He seemed languid and listless, lacking energy.

Gwendolyn had always felt that something was off about him. Just as she was about to continue questioning,

Maverick spoke first. “Gwendolyn, if I die, will you remember me for the rest of your life?”

His voice was light and breezy, with a touch of nonchalance.

“No way.” Gwendolyn raised her eyebrows and scoffed, “When you die, I’ll quickly forget your existence and move

on with my life. However, they say that misfortune lingers for a thousand years. You are a complete menace, so I

don’t think you will be dying anytime soon.”

“You really are a… cold-hearted, wicked woman.” Maverick chuckled softly, his tone of complaint laced with a hint

of indulgence.

What was even more amusing was that he particularly adored her wickedness, her ruthlessness, and everything

about her.

He had already fallen deeply for her. He could not extricate himself from her charm.

Gwendolyn did not deny his statement. “I never claimed to be kind-hearted.”

Maverick just smiled. The grin lingered on his incredibly pale lips as his long, curly eyelashes trembled weakly.

The once dark eyes were now staring dimly at the horizon.

He certainly resembled a sickly person on his deathbed.

The more Gwendolyn observed him, the more peculiar she felt.

His condition was extremely poor.

It was only sulfuric acid. It would not harm the insides of the body. Moreover, she had given him the antidote for the

023 special drug.

“Could it be that the hospital you went to yesterday wasn’t very good and that they were unable to find out what’s

wrong with your body? Come on, let’s go to the best hospital in Fairlake and get you checked again.”

She was just about to forcibly pull Maverick up when Justin knocked on the door and came in.

“Ms. Shalders, you didn’t answer your phone, so Mr. Newton came to get you in person. His car is parked right

outside the villa. He said he’d like to take you out for dinner tonight.”

Gwendolyn hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to take Maverick to the hospital first. “Come on, let’s go

get a check-up,” she said.

Maverick raised his voice to stop her. “I’m fine. I just need a couple of days to rest. You go ahead and have dinner.

Don’t keep him waiting too long.”

Gwendolyn frowned imperceptibly.

The last time Charles invited her to dinner, Maverick had put on quite a show in front of a large audience at the

entrance of the police station, trying to win her favor by acting pitifully.

This time, not only did Maverick not stop her, but he even encouraged her to go out for dinner with Charles.

At the door, Justin asked cautiously, “Ms. Shalders, shall we go?”

Gwendolyn remained silent. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared intently at Maverick.

Maverick did not look at her. He remained lying on the chair as he gazed at the horizon with a languid expression on

his face, exuding an aloof aura that seemed to be warning others to keep their distance.

What’s going on with him?

Gwendolyn was utterly puzzled, but at that moment, she really had some very important matters to attend to.

She asked again in a measured tone, “Maverick, tell me the truth. Are you sure you’re all right?”

Maverick nodded gently, his expression calm. “I’m just tired. Once you leave, I’ll take a nap. I’ll be fine after I wake

up.”

Gwendolyn stared at him for a moment, then glanced at Charles’ car parked outside the villa. She experienced an

internal conflict, but in the end, she let out a sigh.

“All right, you go ahead and sleep. I’ll have Elven and the others guard the villa so your rest will not be disturbed.”

With that said, she turned around to leave.

Maverick suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, his dark eyes appeared serious and solemn as he said,

“Gwendolyn, Charles is not a simple man. There may be secrets behind him that could be extremely detrimental to

you. You must be cautious and on your guard around him in the future.”

Without giving it much thought, Gwendolyn softly hummed in agreement and left the room.

The setting sun cast a gentle glow.

A gentle breeze stirred the delicate silk curtains, which occasionally brushed against the man reclining by the

window.

Maverick lay motionlessly as he watched silently from the side as Gwendolyn got into Charles’ car outside the villa,

taking Ezra and Justin with her.

He stayed that way until the car had completely vanished from sight.

In pain, he gripped the handle. He could no longer suppress the suffocating ache in his chest. A sweet, metallic

taste surged in his throat, and he quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

After a bout of heart-wrenching coughs, blood trickled down the side of his lips. A copious amount of blood gushed

from his palm, seeping through his fingers and dripping onto the ground.

He lowered his gaze and examined the color of the blood in his palm.

It was a shade of blackish-red.

He was coughing up more blood. The color of the blood had also become darker.

This meant that the S404 RNA virus inside him had been fully triggered.

Maverick remembered when Yohannes Yancey from the war laboratory was developing the biological weapon, he

had personally gone to observe the experiments. The animals of smaller sizes had died on the spot when the tests

were conducted.

Even animals of larger sizes were unable to survive more than three days after they had been infected with the

S404 RNA virus.

He counted the number of days since his infection.

Tonight marked his third day.