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.

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

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

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

cold to the core after being poured the bucket

body trembled even more violently, and his teeth chattered from the

Gwendolyn’s grip on the armrest of the chair

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

Ryan’s approach,

to check on Maverick when

the Wright residence. When Quinton showed up at the door with a scowl on his face, Frida could easily tell

stepped on 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

panicked as she noticed his

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 down in tears in front

you! Please save him! He hasn’t done

treating him like this? You were once a

because we were once a couple? Gwendolyn sneered, “Despite being married into the Wright family for all these years, I have never

is like half a daughter, but not only did you not treat me as a daughter, you even said that I was worse than your

feel knowing that 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

fault for being so harsh

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

“I can’t save him.