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.

to the point of exhaustion, yet his body still trembled violently, and his face was horrifyingly red. He struggled to open his eyes as he felt the blinding light on his eyelids. Maverick saw a slender and familiar figure although his vision was blurry. He reached

a little bit better knowing that I’ve suffered through the effects of the drug as well? Can this lessen some of the disgust she feels toward me in her heart? Even though his hands trembled

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 Ryan pouring ice-cold water over his head. His sweltering

ice cold to the core after being poured the bucket

more violently, and his teeth chattered

consciousness began to fade away. “Ryan, who told you to pour it directly on his head!” Gwendolyn’s grip on the armrest of the chair tightened abruptly. “Huh? Wasn’t that what you ordered, Ms. Shalders?” Ryan was

trembled, and he accidentally poured the remaining half bucket of water all over Maverick. The massive impact caused Maverick to cough violently. The heart-wrenching sound of coughing echoed

by Ryan’s approach, which seemed

about to stand up to check on Maverick when a woman’s scream

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

as she could with her leg in a cast. She collapsed to the ground next to Maverick as she felt how cold and lifeless his body

panicked as she noticed his

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

Please save him! He hasn’t done anything

him like this? You were once a

couple? Gwendolyn sneered, “Despite being married into the Wright family for all

say that a daughter-in-law is like half a daughter, but not only did you not treat me as a daughter, you even said that I was worse

you despise the most is torturing your most precious son?” Frida was stunned for two seconds before crying out in despair, “I

my fault for being so harsh on you,

him, Gwendolyn! I’m begging you!” Gwendolyn sighed

“I can’t save him.