Wooing My Ex-Wife

Gwendolyn clenched her hands tightly as she listened to the low growls coming from inside. However, her face was still cold and emotionless when she looked at Elven.

“Do you think I’ve gone too far?” Elven knelt down on the spot.

“That’s not what I meant.

You were drugged last night.

It’s only fair to make up for the suffering you endured, but I know that you don’t really want to kill Mr. Wright.” Gwendolyn felt much better after she heard that. She looked at Quinton after contemplating for a while.

“Go to the Wright residence and bring Frida over here.

Be quick.” “Yes, Ms. Shalders.” Quinton set off immediately. The rest of them stood at the basement door, listening as the growling and struggling sounds grew more intense as though Maverick was on the brink of despair. Even the tall and burly bodyguards found it difficult to continue listening and felt as though they were also being subjected to a cruel form of torture. Ten minutes later, Gwendolyn finally spoke up.

“Open the door.

Get a bucket of ice water and bring it over.

It’ll help him cool down.” The bodyguards obeyed Gwendolyn’s orders after a brief moment of shock and went to get some ice cubes to mix with a bucket of water. Creak. The basement door opened, allowing a sliver of light to seep in.

That beam of light stretched Maverick’s shadow long and thin in the center. Maverick lay curled up on the floor, just like a baby in its mother’s womb. The floor beneath him was soaked with sweat, and his hair was also damp from perspiration as it hung limply over his forehead.

violently, and his face was horrifyingly red. He struggled to open his

feel last night. Would she feel a little bit better knowing that I’ve suffered through the

expression because of the backlight, but he could feel the coldness emanating from her. The intense coldness made his heartthrob painfully, which was a hundred times worse than when the drug took effect. Gwendolyn did not budge as she watched him quietly from a distance. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed that Maverick’s gaze hadn’t left her since he opened his eyes, but she remained silent. Maverick was still waiting, hoping that she would at least utter a single sentence that contained a hint of sympathy. However, what came next was

after

even more violently, and

grip on the armrest of the chair tightened abruptly. “Huh?

impact caused Maverick to cough violently. The

by Ryan’s

to check on Maverick when

ward of the Wright residence. When Quinton showed up at the door with a scowl on his face, Frida could easily tell that it wasn’t going to be anything good, and she tried her best to play the victim, acting as though she really didn’t want to be involved. In the end, she was forcefully dragged over by Quinton. Frida

with her leg in a cast. She collapsed to the ground next to Maverick as

panicked as she noticed

up and find a doctor! My son is dying! He can’t die! He mustn’t die!” Frida had been arrogant for most of her life, and

you! Please save him!

him like this? You were

Gwendolyn sneered, “Despite being married into the Wright family for all these years, I have never experienced any

daughter, but not only did you not treat me

the woman you despise the most is torturing your most precious son?” Frida was stunned for two seconds before crying out in despair, “I feel awful! I feel like I’m about to

my fault for being so harsh on

save him, Gwendolyn! I’m begging

“I can’t save him.