Chapter 159: Shameless

Maverick's loud and teasing chuckle immediately drifted into Valencia’s ear, his lips curved up due to pompousness.

Valencia fiercely glared at Maverick and began to sulk due to unhappiness. Hmph.

Immediately, Maverick’s eyes narrowed in feigned confusion. It was as if he didn't understand why Valencia was reacting in such a manner. After all, Valencia had only told him to stop talking, which he had done.

Upon realizing what a shameless person Maverick was, Valencia could only grit her teeth and choose to ignore his teasing.

As soon as Valencia pushed Maverick into the bathroom, she fled away from him and chose to settle herself by concentrating on picking the bath necessities.

In that way, Valencia would be able to avoid somebody's teasing look.

Upon seeing the woman's act, Maverick’s lips curved up in a good mood, and he leaned against the wheelchair authoritatively.

If someone hadn't known better, one would think that Maverick was sitting in a majestic chair and staring down at a guard or dealing with billions rather than being stuck in a wheelchair.

Except that the mischievous smirk that crept on Maverick’s face broke the illusion. This woman, when she's angry, is simply too adorable and made him unable to resist.

Maverick eyed the woman with a knowing and teasing look and purposely teased, "Valencia, tell me, you want it, don't you?" He continued to push in a mischievous voice.

Sigh, if it wasn't for his current state, Maverick truly wanted to press the woman down on the bed and make her cry his name.

The woman had been so effortlessly sexy and kept teasing him—how could he hold back?

Luckily, he had restraint. Yes. Restraint.

(A/N: Ahem, restraint, or it's due to the fact that a certain President Maverick couldn't stand?)

Upon hearing Maverick’s brazen words, the composed façade that Valencia had been trying to build instantly shattered. Valencia turned back to glare at Maverick.

Shameless. Very shameless.

This person, Maverick, had purposely made her misunderstand—how dare he feign innocence and tease her with it?

Hmph. Let's see if Valencia will give him a chance when he wants it later on. He can tease her all he wants now—let’s see if she won't get her payback.

Upon thinking like this, Valencia calmed down and huffed.

Hmph. At that time, it doesn't matter how a certain jerk begs her—she'll never give him any chance.

Upon seeing a thoughtful look appearing on Valencia's face, Maverick’s eyebrows arched and his lips twitched.

The woman who had been so filled with embarrassment a few seconds ago somehow was now staring at him with a calm and indecipherable look.

It made Maverick unable to deduce what she was thinking.

Upon seeing the bewildered look on Maverick’s face, Valencia was instantly satisfied. Suddenly, a daring thought surfaced in her mind, and she smiled sweetly.

Calmly, Valencia stepped forward and began to strip herself in front of him while trying hard not to blush.

As soon as she took off her clothes, Valencia began to approach Maverick, walking toward him one step after the other in a seductive manner.

Maverick was stunned, and his eyes were instantly fixated on the woman, his breath getting heavy.

Valencia bent slightly and whispered coquettishly, her hand cupping Maverick’s cheeks and stroking his face, "Mr. Vandenberg, the bathtub is ready. Shall we take a bath together?"

Upon hearing this, Maverick’s eyes darkened, and his blood began to boil. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his third leg immediately rose to life.

Maverick’s eyes wandered around Valencia's body hungrily. She hadn't even stripped at all, and she was able to awaken his hunger. Now seeing her in her most beautiful self, all trace of reasoning was gone.

Maverick gulped down and called in a hoarse voice, "Valencia..."

A wide, coquettish smile appeared on Valencia's face, and she was inexplicably satisfied by Maverick’s reaction, causing her illusionary tail to rise up.

Without giving Maverick the chance to complete his words, Valencia stood up and pushed the wheelchair to the bathtub, her stomach fluttering with the way his eyes were intensely focused on her.

Gently, Valencia helped Maverick take off his clothes and lowered him into the bathtub.

While this might just be a simple mention of taking off clothes, in fact, it was far from simple.

With every action, Valencia didn't hesitate to touch Maverick and purposely stir up his desire, with a sweet, seductive, and coquettish smile plastered on her face.

Maverick finally realized what it means to be done for.

When Valencia had fallen quiet despite his teasing, he hadn't known that this was what the woman planned for him. Had he known, he’d never have teased the woman so much.

Maverick's vein throbbed, and his eyes were pitch black. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes were fixated on Valencia hungrily. He grabbed her hand enthusiastically, "Valencia..."

Valencia smiled beautifully and leaned away. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and straightened her back. "You can take a bath first. I'll arrange the room."

Immediately, she extended her other hand to remove Maverick's hand that gripped hers.

Unfortunately, even though Maverick was still in a weak state, that wasn't enough for Valencia to be able to free herself. Regardless of how she tried, she couldn't budge Maverick a bit.

Valencia casually arched her brows and purposely lowered her head to meet Maverick's gaze.

Valencia was so close that their noses brushed each other's.

"What is it, President Maverick?" Valencia softly questioned, her eyes purposely enlarged in feigned bewilderment.

Maverick stared at the woman in grievance and responded in a deep and husky voice. She had awakened his hunger and wanted to leave—how could he accept that? "Valencia, it feels uncomfortable." So uncomfortable that it felt as if he was about to be driven crazy.

Maverick had always teased the woman and gone scot-free, so he never expected...

Valencia smiled sweetly and blinked her eyes docilely and innocently and purposely gave Maverick the response he teased her with while acting as if she didn't understand what he was talking about. "I understand. That's why I prepared the bath..."

Before Valencia could complete her words, Maverick, who was unable to hold it anymore, impatiently grabbed her chin and captured her lips in a fierce kiss.

It wasn't until he noticed that she had become completely muddled and was almost out of breath that he let her go.

Valencia's chest heaved and fell heavily in a gasp of breath, and her lips were now red and a bit swollen.

"Not that kind of uncomfortable, Valencia," Maverick grunted. Immediately, Maverick took hold of her hand and used it to grab his proudly standing third leg.

Maverick’s eyes were fixated on Valencia's face, and he continued in a deep and husky voice that sent shivers down her spine, "This kind of uncomfortable. Valencia, you can't ruin your future happiness. How I satisfy you depends on this."

Despite that Maverick was spouting shameless words, somehow his expression was very innocent, noble, and calm—as if he was talking about a simple and decent subject.

Valencia, who had regained a bit of composure, immediately smiled sweetly. Her lips curved up in a mischievous smile, and she suddenly nodded as if she had just understood Maverick.

Suddenly, a triumphant smirk appeared on Valencia's lips. She suddenly sighed as if she was in a tight spot. Her voice was the softest she could ever muster, and she stared at Maverick with pity. "Mr. Vandenberg, you are currently in a critical state, and the doctor emphasized no exercise. I'm sorry, I'll have to leave now."

With this, Valencia calmly picked up a bathrobe and strode out of the restroom.

Maverick’s expression turned awful, and his fist clenched. Very well, Valencia. Very well. Maverick will definitely remember this offense. See if he lets her go in the future.

Valencia, who had just taken a step forward, felt a trail of chills course down her spine, making her shiver.

Valencia blinked her eyes, gingerly rubbed her nose, and tilted her neck. She had been good all this time—who could be talking badly about her or making a bad plan for her?

In the next second, Valencia sighed and took a step back. Immediately, her eyes met with deep black eyes. Damn it.

Thinking about it, she must not go too far with her teasing. Maverick can be very cruel. Yes, he can.

Valencia suddenly stuck out her chest and waved her hand in the air indifferently before cockily saying, "I don't like to bully a weak man. When you are back to health. Hmph."

With this, Valencia made her way back to Maverick.

In such a way, Valencia didn't lose at all. Rather, she let him believe that she was playing fair.

Maverick’s deep eyes were fixated on the woman, an indecipherable glint flickering past his eyes. Suddenly, his lips curved up in satisfaction.

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In the dark of the night, six figures covered in black from head to toe and dark face masks stealthily approached the hotel's presidential suite familiarly, as if they already had the location of the whole place studied in mind.

They separated into three groups, and each of the teams began to approach the presidential suite stealthily.

According to the information they received, the group should be fast asleep. Not to mention that they had stepped into the country without guards to protect them. They must have thought too highly of themselves...

Before they could complete their thoughts, they received a scent drifting into their noses, and at that moment, they felt as if weights were placed on them, making them weakened.

Their eyes suddenly caught an outstanding figure, and their eyes constricted with fear. It turned out that they were being expected.

Damn. They fell into a trap.

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