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

suffered through the effects of the drug as well? Can this lessen some of the disgust she feels

if there was an insurmountable barrier forever separating the two of them. Maverick couldn’t see Gwendolyn’s 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

ice cold to the core after being poured

more violently, and his teeth chattered

Gwendolyn’s grip on the armrest of the chair tightened abruptly. “Huh? Wasn’t that what you ordered, Ms. Shalders?” Ryan was shocked by her

accidentally poured the remaining half bucket of water all over Maverick. The massive impact caused Maverick to cough violently. The

extremely frustrated by Ryan’s approach, which

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

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

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

she noticed

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 down in tears in front of Gwendolyn

I’m begging you! Please save

like this? You

once a couple? Gwendolyn

is like half a daughter, but not only did you not treat

stunned for two seconds before crying out

my fault for being so harsh

save him, Gwendolyn! I’m begging

“I can’t save him.