Chapter 122

"I-I'm just..." Giselle opened her mouth and hesitated, unable to find a better excuse. "Aren't you usually quick-witted?" Maverick's eyes were filled with mockery as he wrapped his arm around Giselle's waist, forcefully pulling her into his embrace. He lifted her chin, staring at her intently and taunting, "What's wrong? Unable to camouflage yourself anymore after you've achieved your goal? His expression and tone of voice were unsettling.  "I'm just not feeling well." "Not feeling well?" Maverick sneered under his breath. He placed his finger below Giselle's eyelid, wiping away the last traces of moisture from the corner of her eye with a greater force this time. Maverick gently rubbed his fingers together and felt the coldness from the tears slowly dissipate. He twitched his lips as he stroked her cheeks again. His voice was full of reminders and warnings. "Don't forget that you're the one who schemed to marry me, Giselle. You don't have the right to cry." Of course, Giselle knew it