Chapter 43

Maverick's eyes gradually became solemn, and his thin lips pursed into a straight line. He did not agree, but his grip on Giselle gradually tightened. As he then carried Giselle into the back seat of the car, Gloria finally caught up with him at that moment and opened the front passenger seat door. His brisk walking pace was so fast that she had to jog to catch up with him. She was still panting when she got in the car, but her breathing soon calmed down since she had the stamina of a dancer. Then she looked at Giselle, who was lying in the back row, and asked with concern, "Giselle, do you feel better now?" Giselle had regained her strength, but her body was still weak. She was also covered in a cold sweat, which was probably because of how angry she was just now. She frowned when she heard Gloria's faux concern. She didn't know why the latter was here. Wasn't it enough after Giselle had fainted just now? She naturally couldn't be bothered with Gloria and even wanted the latter to get