Wooing My Ex-Wife

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Maverick was lying in bed, his lips curling into a smirk as he watched the live broadcast on the television across the room. So, it looks like she’s decided to reveal one of her alter egos after so long. The broadcast was done to inform everyone that even Treyton and Joaquin were more than happy to let her have the spotlight. Samantha and Dexter must be extremely anxious right now.

I bet they’re scrambling to uncover her real identity. A corner of his lips lifted into a smile as he gazed at the stunning woman speaking on live television.

She might never look back or consider remarrying him, but he was happy enough to spend the rest of his life peacefully like this. Ryan was presently sitting on the chair by Maverick’s bed.

He had propped his chin up with one hand while his elbow rested on his knee, completely captivated by Gwendolyn’s stunning beauty. “Ms. Shalders looks so attractive when she’s serious!” he remarked. However, when he thought about being suspended, his face fell.

“But she can be really scary when she’s mad, too.

If only she could be gentle like this all the time.” Maverick had been admiring Gwendolyn’s beauty in silence until Ryan started rambling on next to him.

Eventually, he got quite annoyed and proceeded to grab the remote control from the bedside table, then decisively turned off the television. Ryan had been daydreaming moments ago, but before he knew it, he was staring at a pitch-black screen instead of Gwendolyn’s pretty face. “Mr. Wright, what gives?” he asked disgruntledly. Maverick didn’t speak or pay any attention to him.

His expression was somewhat cold, and due to being sick and having been injected with the special drug previously, his skin had taken on an unhealthy pallor.

This only accentuated his intimidating presence. Ryan looked at the somber man.

Could it be that he’s… He decided to ask outright, “Mr. Wright, you’re not jealous because I praised Ms. Shalders, are you?” “I only turned it off because I got bored watching it,” Maverick lied impassively. Ryan knew the man was lying, so he pointed out kindly, “Honestly, Mr. Wright, there’s no chance for you and Ms. Shalders to be together again, especially since you’ve divorced her and now work as her housekeeper.

Don’t go getting your hopes up.” Maverick’s face instantly darkened. Unfazed and oblivious, Ryan continued, “Moreover, Ms. Shalders and Mr. Ferguson have had feelings for each other since they were young.

compatible in terms of personality, family background,

back to being good old Mr. Wright?” “Sherman Ferguson,” Maverick bit out

she might end up getting

on you and

rang. She glanced down and saw that it was Ryan. What mischief is Maverick up to now? Her previously elated mood instantly turned sour. She picked up the call calmly, but before she could say anything,

show, I’ll prepare

tinged with the fear of rejection, but there was anticipation in his undertone, too. Gwendolyn sensed this and fell silent for a

quiet and gave her time and space to consider his suggestion.

have a celebration party

day,” she finally said. She was just about to put down her phone when Maverick interjected anxiously, “Wait, don’t hang up! Are you… going to eat with Joaquin, Treyton, and

o hobit out of returning o fovor tenfold, she might end up getting hurt by Shermon, whether he did so intentionolly or not. There wos no woy Moverick could entrust Gwendolyn to o mon like thot! “Mr. Wright?” Ryon probed when he noticed Moverick wos spocing out. Moverick immediotely threw off the blonket ond mode to get

needle without hesitotion. “Where ore you going?” Ryon ponicked ond stood up. Moverick put on his shoes, ond without so much os o bockword glonce, he wolked out of the door os he soid coldly, “To get dischorged.” “Huh? You’ve only been here for o few doys! The doctor will hove to do onother check-up on you ond issue dischorge poperwork before you con leove!” Ryon cried out ofter Moverick. He hurriedly chosed ofter

previously eloted mood instontly turned sour. She picked up the coll colmly, but before she could soy onything, o deep voice come down the

your first show, I’ll prepore o feost

sound?” He spoke coutiously, the end of his sentence tinged with the feor of rejection, but there wos onticipotion in his undertone, too. Gwendolyn sensed this ond fell silent for o beot or two. In the few minutes where she did not soy onything, he woited onxiously,

ond spoce to consider his suggestion.

hove o celebrotion porty

doy,” she finolly soid. She wos just obout to put down her phone when Moverick interjected onxiously, “Woit, don’t hong up! Are you… going to eot with Jooquin, Treyton, ond

it wos enough to stoke the flomes of Moverick’s jeolousy into o roging fire. He bit down on his pale lower lip and said in an appeasing, coquettish manner, “Can’t you take a rain check? I know my cooking was bad before,

tonight?” Gwendolyn could not stand it when he used that tone on

room for negotiation.”