Chapter 2 He Hates Her Hypocrisy

• “Jasmine, are you pretending to be demure?” Maverick was sitting on the couch with a smug expression on his face.
• “How dare you disobey Maverick?” A gruff voice rang out beside her ear. The next second, she felt her chin being lifted up. Everyone in the room could see her face clearly, while she, too, could see the man sitting right at the center.
• It's him! That's my husband!
• “Maverick, I'm surprised at how pretty she is. No wonder she has many suitors.”
• There was no denying Josephine's beauty. Her features were delicate, while her eyes were like glistening pearls despite the fear in them.
• The sight of her alluring figure would mesmerize any man who laid eyes on her.
• “Are you scared?” Maverick got up from the couch and looked down at her.
• Scared? Of course I am.
• “Answer me! Don't tell me that you're a mute,” he roared in annoyance.
• “I... I...” Despite her stammering, nothing else came out, for she had no idea what to say, especially toward a man like Maverick.
• “I heard that you have coveted plenty of men, so why are you pretending to be afraid?” The women whom Maverick hated the most were those who were hypocrites, especially the woman right before his eyes. If he hadn't heard of her reputation beforehand, it was likely he would have been taken in by her.
• “Maverick, a woman like her needs to be taught a lesson before she learns her place. Only then would she not dare to cheat on you,” a man remarked with a disdainful look on his face.
• “I won't! I definitely won't!” Josephine finally broke her silence.
• “That should be the way. Otherwise, I'll leave none of the Quillen family alive!” Maverick warned.
• “All right now, let's all go and not get in Maverick's way.” It was a wedding that was devoid of any ceremony. All she did was put her signature on the dotted line to sign her life away.
• When everyone saw the look in Maverick's eyes, they knew that was their cue to leave. Other than the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol, silence was all that was left in the previously noisy room.
• “Get up!” Maverick remained on the couch with his legs elegantly crossed.
• Enduring the pain she felt, Josephine mustered her strength to steady herself. The wedding gown, with its long train, felt cumbersome to her. As she gave her gown a tug, the white heels she was wearing were inadvertently revealed.
• “Come and sit here.” Maverick stared coldly at her as he wondered why someone as liberal as her was putting up an act.
• The moment she took her seat, she saw a cigarette brought up to her lips. “I don't smoke,” she murmured softly.
• She doesn't smoke? That seems inconsistent with what they say about her.
• In less than three seconds, a glass of hard liquor was handed to her. “Drink!”
• “I don't drink, too,” Josephine continued to decline his offer. She was afraid she would be knocked out by a single glass.
• She doesn't drink? This time, Maverick wasn't going to tolerate her behavior. Grabbing her by the jaw, he poured the hard liquor down her throat.
• Hack! Hack! Josephine coughed uncontrollably. The painful sting of the alcohol had brought tears to her eyes.
• “Jasmine, you're nothing but a joke.” Maverick burst into hearty laughter, but it only served to intensify Josephine's fears.
• “From today onward, you are Mrs. Lambert. It's not a title that anyone can just have.” Maverick was implying that she should be grateful.
• I didn't do this willingly. That was Josephine's reply deep down.
• Mrs. Lambert? I don't care for it at all. All I want is to go to school and wait for my beloved Flynn's return. But now, that dream has been shattered.
• “What's wrong? Are you upset over this?” Her reluctance didn't escape Maverick's notice. “It's not a surprise, as you're the eldest daughter of the Quillen family, after all. Someone who can have any man she wants, isn't that right?”
• Josephine pursed her lips in silence. Truth be told, it wasn't that she didn't want to speak but was unsettled by the gastric pain in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she saw a glass of water on the table and wanted to use it to alleviate her discomfort.
• As she held up the glass, she gulped it down voraciously, only to spew it out before she even swallowed it. The drink wasn't water at all. Instead, it was vodka.
• “So, it seems you only like vodka.” Staring at her, Maverick was convinced that she didn't know how to drink. The only other possibility was that she was a really good actress.
• “No, no, I—” Before she could finish, she grabbed onto the couch and vomited. Even gastric acid was thrown up due to her empty stomach.
• Maverick wrapped a hand around her shoulder to lift her up before hurling her onto the huge bed in the room.
• Still disorientated from puking, Josephine hit her head on the headboard after being thrown. A bump swelled on her head as the impact made her even dizzier. The pain she felt had also caused her brows to furrow with greater intensity.
• As for Maverick, he simply watched her with a piercing look in his eyes, showing no signs of sympathy.
• Everything begins now.