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.

Maverick had struggled 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 although his vision was blurry. He reached out with trembling hands without hesitation

feel last night. Would she feel 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

effect. Gwendolyn did not budge as she watched him quietly from a

to the core after being poured the bucket of

entire body trembled even more violently, and his teeth chattered

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?”

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 were about to be coughed

Ryan’s approach, which seemed

to check on Maverick when a woman’s scream sounded from

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. In the end, she was forcefully dragged over by Quinton. Frida could no longer pretend to be crippled after seeing her son, who was on the brink of

as quickly as she could with her leg in a cast. She collapsed to the ground next to

she noticed his uncontrollable

the doctor? Hurry 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 this was the first time she had broken

save him! He hasn’t

him like this? You were

Gwendolyn sneered, “Despite being married into the Wright family for all these years,

only did you not

was stunned for two seconds before crying out in despair, “I feel awful! I feel like I’m about to suffocate

all my fault for being so harsh on you, but my son is

Gwendolyn! I’m begging you!” Gwendolyn sighed

“I can’t save him.