52: Maverick to the rescue.

Maverick to the rescue.

"You might be his 'wife', but nobody knows that. If I were you, I'd hide my face in shame and stop calling him my husband." Mulan scoffed.0

"Hmmm… that's right…" The maid walked back with the scarf. Jeslyn took the scarf from the maid and started to tie it around her waist while saying, "...The world might not know me to be his wife but the important people in his life do. Even a nanny like you does, so that's already a good announcement.

Maverick and I don't need the world to get married or approve our union." Jeslyn beamed. 

"Y–"

"Don't bother with your incessant talks. If you aren't tired, I am… by the way, isn't it too early to come to a house with a newly wedded couple? You should leave. My husband, son, brother-in-law, and I want to have the day all to ourselves and bond over breakfast.

Also… " Jeslyn smiled shyly. "He was…" She lowered her voice and leaned towards Mulan. "godly in bed. Very hot and he made me scream his name all through." 

Mulan's face paled and her eyes shut open in disbelief. 

"H– he, he, he, y– you…" Mulan stammered on without knowing the proper words to say.

"Hmm…" Jeslyn nodded fervently. "Yes, he ate me and he also confessed I was the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. Hahaha…"

Seeing how flabbergasted Mulan was, Jeslyn felt an overflow of joy coursing through her veins. 

"Leave now and when next you are coming, wear something that covers that big chest of yours because I might mistake you for a seductress and you wouldn't want to see the crazy side of an angry WIFE." 

Jeslyn kept laying emphasis on that word. She was never a petty person, but the urge to ruin Mulan kept tugging on her mind. She hated this woman. The more she spoke with Mulan, the more she wants to tear her apart and that feeling surprises her too. 

"Jeslyn! How dare you!!" Mulan lost it. She couldn't keep it in anymore. She raised her hand and was about to land a slap on Jeslyn's pretty face when she heard that voice. 

The voice that froze her into a mummy. Her hand was suspended in mid-air as color drained her already pale face. 

"You dare not," 

He didn't scream, raise his voice, or sound anxious. It was a relaxed tone, but it carried a deadly warning. 

Jeslyn shivered from the sound of the voice and slowly turned towards the door. 

There he was, the owner of that demonic voice, striding towards them in an uncaring manner with his face as cold as ice. 

His face would leave people imagining if a smile had ever graced it before.

He glanced passively at the two women. One was almost naked with a yellow scarf tied loosely around her waist and a dark green colored bra, while the other was wearing red pants and a black top. She held a black blazer in one hand while the other hand was raised.

Maverick's cold eyes didn't linger for another second on the women. With one hand in his pocket, he stood beside Jeslyn with a brow raised.

"Meaning," he said slowly like he was tired.

"M– Maverick," Mulan bit her lip hard. Why did she call him that? Wasn't she supposed to address him as her master? 

Mulan shifted her gaze to look into his eyes for the first time in six years.  She had always had her head slightly bowed all those years, and now, she wanted to be brave for once.

Raising her head, she summoned courage and stared into those dark eyes that held hers. 

Looking into those eyes that felt like they could pierce into her soul, shivers ran down Mulan's back.

She knew this man was one of the dangers feared in country M, yet she still wanted to be by his side… To be the mother of his heir… To rule the country with him. 

She had suffered for so long just for that position, only for him to give it to a stranger…

"W–why?" The word rolled out of her tongue with difficulty as a teardrop slid down her left eye.

"Maverick, why?" 

She asked again but he just stood there looking into her iris with no single emotion in his eyes. If anything could be found, it was… void.

"I– I stayed around you for so long. I took care of your child from when he was born to this age… for six years Maverick, six years!" She choked on her tears. 

Jeslyn slowly turned to look at the man standing beside her. He wasn't touching her or doing anything to announce his presence, but his existence can never be ignored. 

Looking at him, he didn't blink nor shift his gaze from Mulan. 

Jeslyn wondered if the man she unexpectedly married was still human. His handsome face showed no emotion even when a beautiful lady like Mulan was crying in front of him.

'Does he not like to talk and display emotions?' She asked herself. 'Also, what is she supposed to do as his wife?...' 

Jeslyn got lost thinking while staring at her husband's face that she did not know when he turned to return the stare, only for him to see her dreaming eyes while looking at him. 

Her pale cheek slowly started to turn pinkish. 

Maverick flattened his lips and the emotion he refused to show Mulan surfaced in his eyes. Although not obvious, there was a tinge of a smile, just a small smile that lasted for a blink of her eye before his gaze reverted to their usual cold countenance. 

"Jeslyn!!" Mulan screamed like a mad woman. 

How dare this woman seduce Maverick right in front of her? Mulan furiously wiped her face while glaring at Jeslyn like she wanted to eat her whole.

Jeslyn snapped back to her senses and shifted her stare to Mulan with a hiss. "Cease screaming like a nut head, your voice is not sexy." 

"Jeslyn, I'll–"

"Reason," Maverick interrupted Mulan. 

That was the second time he asked her for the reason Mulan raised her hand to slap his wife and he still hasn't gotten an answer.

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