Chapter 12

Giselle wore a face of innocence and uttered an apologetic excuse, "Sorry, the soup was too hot." Daniel fixed Giselle with a significant look and offered her some sage advice. "Don't be too quick when you sip your soup." "I understand, Grandpa Daniel," Giselle replied earnestly, her voice brimming with respect and admiration. The incident went unnoticed by the rest, and Maverick let go of her foot. A slight curve formed on his thin lips, revealing his contentment. That was quite morbid! Giselle retrieved her foot. Her expression had a mix of fury and annoyance. She rummaged under the table, scanning every inch for her missing shoe, but to no avail. Displeased, she delivered a sharp kick to Maverick's leg. The unexpected and powerful kick caught Maverick by surprise, causing him to jolt backward with the chair. There was a loud creaking sound, echoing through the room. The sound captured the attention of everyone present in the room. Maverick's expression contorted with anger and frustration. However, before he could utter a word, Andrew interjected with a disingenuous comment, "Maverick, is it worth getting so agitated over a little bump? Andrew's father, Titus's face twisted with disapproval, "Andrew!" Andrew chuckled casually, responding, "Okay, I'll be quiet." Having finished speaking, he shot a depraved glance at Giselle. His gaze filled with wicked intent. In that single glance, Giselle knew exactly what Andrew was insinuating. As expected, when she lowered her gaze, Giselle saw her high-heeled shoes pinned under Andrew's foot. Suddenly, Giselle's heart was overwhelmed by a deep sense of pain and distress. These shoes cost over five digits, and even though it was Maverick's money that paid for them, it was still the first time she had ever worn them! Giselle couldn't contain her anger and kicked right at him. As she kicked, Andrew dodged. They exchanged several blows, and more than once, Giselle accidentally hit Maverick, who was sitting nearby. Maverick's gaze was cold and unreadable, revealing no emotions, but his face grew increasingly grim. Finally, he stood up directly and said, "Grandpa, I have something to deal with. I'm going to the study room first." "Go ahead." Giselle watched as he went upstairs, and suddenly lost her playful mood. Clearly, Andrew lost interest and kicked the shoes back to Giselle. Giselle put on her shoes and glared at him, mouthing the words 'immature brat!' After dinner, Giselle snuck up to the second floor while no one was paying attention. The door of the study room wasn't locked. So, Giselle pushed it open and walked in. She closed and locked the study door behind her, then gracefully walked toward Maverick. Maverick sat behind the desk. The smoke from his cigarette had burned halfway. Quietly smoking in a well-tailored suit, he exuded a combination of reckless and noble. Giselle just loved the restrained yet beastly temperament emanating from him. She approached him, straddled his lap, and lifted her hand to embrace his neck, "Why did you ignore me earlier?"  Her voice was sweet and coquettish, full of charm and allure. Maverick continued smoking and ignored her. Giselle pouted in dissatisfaction. She snatched the cigarette from Maverick's hand and took a drag. She sucked too hard and choked on the smoke for a moment. Maverick's posture was relaxed as he grabbed her waist with one hand. His gaze was indifferent and without any trace of emotion. Giselle threw away the cigarette and went straight in for a kiss. Her kissing skills were considered proficient, mainly because Maverick had trained her well. During the kiss, Maverick kept his eyes open and looked at Giselle calmly. He observed her indulgence and had a hint of mockery in his eyes. The next second, he lifted Giselle's skirt. He covered her mouth with his right hand and started p*netrating with average strength. "Don't make a sound." Giselle struggled to remain quiet, but the creaking sound of the chair helped her endure the agonizing moment. After it was over, Maverick's complexion looked much better, suggesting that he was probably relieved. Giselle was lying in his arms, with her body soft and trembling. Even her breaths were shaking. Maverick held her waist and lifted her sweaty hair, "Tired now?" The best moment for Maverick toward her was probably after the end of their intimacy. As long as he was satisfied, his voice would become gentler than usual. Giselle swallowed her saliva and her voice was hoarse, "Aww... I'm completely exhausted. You're so amazing..." Maverick curved his lips, seemingly pleased by her words. Giselle took advantage of the moment and played with his fingers, using a slightly hoarse voice to speak coyly, "Rick... I don't want to marry Vincent. Can't you help me..." Coquetry was something that Giselle was particularly good at. Unfortunately, she was dealing with a tough nut like Maverick. He pinched Giselle's tiny waist with a slightly strong force, "Giselle, being too greedy is not a good thing." Giselle immediately understood. Between them, it was always a matter of mutual benefit. Other than money, he couldn't offer her anything else. Giselle bit her lip and didn't give up, "Maverick, you know that our relationship can't be known by outsiders, especially Gloria, right?" Meverick's pupils suddenly contracted. His fingers pinched her chin, and his voice was cold, "Are you threatening me?"