His shamelessness actually made me laugh.
Maverick, are your ears broken, or are your comprehension skills just that bad? Let me tell you one more time–I don’t love you anymore. I will never marry you. I can’t wait to get as far away from you as possible.”
He stubbornly insisted, “Lia, you’re just saying this out of anger. You loved me so much before. How could you just stop loving
“Maverick, my love for you faded a long time ago. Ever since Emma came back, you’ve ignored me over and over again. Believe it or not, I truly don’t love you anymore.”
Hearing the certainty in my voice, his tone softened as he pleaded, “Lia, I know I wronged you with Emma, but I already told you that I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Can’t you at least give me a chance to atone?”
I had nothing more to say to him. Without another word, I hung up.
For the next few days, he called me from a different number every day. When I turned off my phone, he started waiting outside my apartment building, refusing to leave until he saw me.
That night, I had just gotten back from a friend’s place when a disheveled woman suddenly rushed at me.
It wasn’t until she got closer that I saw the sharp fruit knife in her hand, aimed straight at my
Emma’s face twisted with hatred. “Ophelia, you should go to hell with me for ruining my life!”
chest.
She was about to plunge the knife into my heart. Instinctively, I raised my hands to block it. But the pain never came. The blade had stopped just in front of me.
Maverick had grabbed Emma from behind, locking his arms around her waist.
+15 BONUS
She turned her wrist sharply and plunged the knife backward in one swift motion.
He let out a muffled grunt, but he didn’t loosen his grip. Instead, he turned to me and said, “Go…. call security…”
Snapping out of my daze, I ran toward the security booth.
Two security guards quickly arrived with riot gear, subduing Emma just as the police rushed in to arrest her.
Maverick had taken two deep stab wounds to his waist. He was rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery. After two grueling hours, he was finally out of danger.
When he woke up, he saw me sitting by his bedside. He reached out, trying to touch my face, but I was too far away. His hand hovered in front of me, suspended in the air.
I lowered my gaze. “Maverick, you need to rest.”
His hand dropped, and his voice carried a trace of sorrow. “Lia, you haven’t called me intimately for a long time, and I haven’t held you in so long.”
My emotions were complicated.
I had thought my feelings for him were limited to hatred and disgust. But now, he had risked his life to save me.
“Lia, let’s forget all the bad things and start over, just like today is a brand–new beginning, okay?”
