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.

through this hour 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

better knowing that I’ve suffered through the effects

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

was ice cold to the core after

violently, and his teeth chattered from

on his head!” Gwendolyn’s grip on the armrest of

of water all over Maverick. The massive impact caused Maverick to cough violently. The heart-wrenching sound of coughing echoed throughout the basement as if his lungs

sounded incredibly terrifying. Gwendolyn was extremely frustrated by Ryan’s approach, which

stand up to check on Maverick when

her chair, her usual icy haughtiness returning to her face. Frida had still been in a cast, lying in the private 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.

the ground and ran as quickly 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

son is dying! He can’t die! He mustn’t die!” Frida had been arrogant for most of her life, and this was the first time she had

save him! He

treating him like this? You were once

cruel to him because we were once a couple? Gwendolyn

not treat me as a daughter, you even said that I

stunned for two seconds before crying

my fault for being so harsh on you, but

I’m begging you!” Gwendolyn sighed

“I can’t save him.