Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 110 A Plot “You are not allowed to go,” Gwendolyn said in a firm tone before moving to shut the door.

“Wait a minute, ouch…” Maverick instinctively reached his hand out to block the door and winced in pain.

His face twisted and his forehead broke out in cold sweat.

Gwendolyn was startled.

“Are you out of your mind? How can you stop a door with your hands?” Eww… There are a lot of nerves in the fingers, so this has to hurt a lot.

Maverick covered his reddened right hand and felt sorry for himself.

“Can you at least let me finish speaking now that I’m injured? We might have signed an agreement, but you can’t take away my basic rights.

Don’t you think…” Gwendolyn interrupted him and said, “Speak in plain language.

” “I want to go back to Sky Villa,” he said without hesitation, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

In the past, this expression would intimidate anyone who saw it.

However, due to the injection of the special drug, his skin color remained a shade paler than usual, exuding a sickly impression with a sense of fragility to it that was rather aesthetically pleasing to the eyes.

Despite his height of one hundred and eighty-eight centimeters, he did not give much of an intimidating presence.

Instead, he resembled a big hound that was pretending to be a sheep.

Gwendolyn felt a twinge of sympathy at first when she saw his injured hand, but instantly changed her mind once she heard what he said.

Huh! Do you think you can play me with a self-inflicted wound and use my sympathy against me? Just wait until tomorrow! “No way.

Go to bed now.

I will have the bodyguard pack and send it over tomorrow morning,” Gwendolyn rejected him.

“Hey…” Maverick wanted to argue, but the only response he got was the heavy sound of the door slamming shut.

“What a heartless and merciless woman,” he muttered as his expression instantly darkened.

He turned and headed down the stairs.

He went straight to the first floor, intending to go to the front door and assess the situation.

As soon as he stepped out of the living room, two bodyguards suddenly emerged from the shadows even before he had a chance to set foot in the garden.

“You are not allowed to go out at night.

Mr. Wright.

Please go back,” warned one of the bodyguards.

left with no choice but to turn around and return to his

actions at any time, it was clear

glanced at his phone and saw a

deleting the call history, he decided to turn off his

had been spending sleepless nights searching for people

had to cook and do

in

was suddenly awakened by the

jolted awake

his unique

quickly got out of bed and walked

a clicking sound and

he turned around, he saw Gwendolyn leaning against the

stood still and stared

numb to the surrounding after injecting the

it when she entered

smile as her sharp

you not sleeping yet?” Gwendolyn

Maverick forced a smile.

am feeling a little hungry and can’t seem to

located outside the window?” Gwendolyn

second floor to get something to eat?” She noticed something was wrong when she heard the chirping of a

she had set up top-grade security for the yard, so not even a fly could get

could not think of a

with exposing

already one

you

to wake up at six tomorrow to

not try anything, or you won’t be allowed to eat

With that, she turned around and went back

did not make any more noises as he had likely noticed that something went

to Gwendolyn’s instructions and saw the bodyguards rushing around as they carried

found that they were carrying

please pack and

110 A Plot not like to see her house in a mess, and she will be unhappy if she sees all these laying around, the bodyguards said with a slightly gloating tone as they pointed to the stack of paper boxes that were piled up as high as a

he knew the bodyguards were deliberately trying to

it would take a considerable

him tauntingly and hinted, “Mr. Wright, a man should never admit to his lack of ability, but if you really can’t

coldly, and he immediately began to move

found Maverick drenched in sweat with his white shirt

had an attractive physique, it

ready?”

have one last box to

gritted out as if any distraction would

downstairs to the living

the first-aid kit she had taken out of