Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 109 No Dinner For You Tonight If Maverick kept refusing, it would become obvious that something was fishy.

+5 Boma Maverick went to the kitchen with a cold expression on his face and brought out a new set of cutleries.

Ender Gwendolyn’s intense fierce gaze, he picked up a piece of grilled vegetable and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, chewing emotionlessly for a moment before swallowing it.

The whole set of actions went smoothly, like moving clouds and flowing water.

Maverick replied, “It tastes just like regular grilled vegetables.

Want to give it a try?” Gwendolyn propped her chin with one hand and pointed at the plate of vegetables with the other.

She whispered in a devilish tone, “Finish this entire plate.

” Maverick’s expression changed slightly, and then he smiled.

“You said that you’re the master here, so this is made for you.

How could I eat it?” Gwendolyn did not feel like wasting time talking nonsense with him.

“If you don’t eat, I’ll getthe bodyguards to help you with it.

” 4 “You!” Maverick’s dark eyes narrowed, and he stared at her without flinching.

“Are you trying to use your power to suppress me?” Gwendolyn did not deny it.

“Exactly.

When dealing with a disobedient servant, one must take firm measures.

So, do you want to cat by yourself, or should I have them come in and feed you?” Another multiple-choice question without a choice.

Maverick’s face darkened gradually under her gaze.

Maverick’s pride and hostility all these years had been ground by the woman before him four times in just a few hours this afternoon.

How detestable and despicable! However, just as Gwendolyn was staring at him, she smiled with her eyes curved, which looked innocent, like there was no such thing as using power to oppress others.

It made his anger seem overly petty.

It was impossible for him to refuse.

Maverick picked up the fork again and reached for the plate of grilled vegetables on the table.

He didn’t even realize that his arm was slightly trembling.

He held his breath and stuffed a large piece of vegetable into his mouth.

It was incredibly difficult to swallow down the food as his entire mouth seemed to reject the bizarre taste.

a lesson and vent his frustration, he almost added a

guessed that she would be so cautious, and not eat a single bite? That half-smile expression on her face seemed to tell

tried to

soon as he took a bite of

Unable to hold it in any longer, he rushed to the kitchen

hands, greatly admiring Maverick’s endurance as he managed

childish is this man? Gwendolyn said, “Mr. Wright, it’s not right to waste

a punishment, you’re not allowed to have dinner

but he still could not help but

him, but he did not feel

out, leaving a

me to eat, then

eat, but Gwendolyn still

past nine o’clock, and Gwendolyn was indeed feeling a

no hope for him to

she decided to cook a simple bowl of pasta

pot on the stove was already burned, so Gwendolyn had no choice but to take out another

some water

in what she was

by the

and calm figure, Maverick’s mind

ago and start over again, would everything become different? If I hadn’t agreed to divorce her back then, and we just lived a simple and ordinary life together, things might turn out fine too… His

knew what he was thinking, given her personality, she would probably say, “You wish, id ot! Do you even deserve to remarry me?” He was just a servant who signed a contract and

was thinking, Gwendolyn had already prepared

was only one bowl of spaghetti, with no extra sauce

drop was

What a heartless woman.

punish me for not getting

quite awkward, but seeing Gwendolyn enjoying her meal, there was nothing he could

go upstairs to the guest room on the first floor and tidy up a room for himself to stay “Stop

out to

finish rating Maverick, stood in position as she requested with a cold expression on bir face At first, he did not understand her meaning until

pasta smells so

really enjoying her

Adam’s apple rolled slightly, yet his face remained stern, standing there like

the smell was

vomited, his stomach was

how she was eating was nothing

finally understood the wicked thoughts Gwendolyn had in wanting to torment

bowl of spaghetti

elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin and looked at the man standing before her, whose face was as

the kitchen thoroughly before going to bed It should look exactly as it was before you

she stood up and prepared to go

caught sight of the man’s unusually white

furrowed her eyebrows and walked over, gently lifting up the collar of his

was a faint hint

eyes narrowing dangerously