Wooing My Ex-Wife

If it truly wasn’t him, then this matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Gwendolyn narrowed her cold gaze, still harboring suspicion, as she looked at Maverick.

She pinched his cheeks with all her might.

His cheeks bulged like he had two buns in his mouth.

His handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his bright eyes resembled the eyes of a distressed pet.

“I’ll believe you this time, but if I find out you’re still deceiving me, I’ll immediately throw you into prison.

Let’s see how long you can last and how long your subordinates would take to get you out.

” She finished speaking and angrily retracted her hands.

Maverick slumped down on the floor, feeling completely drained.

He wanted to say something, but a bitter taste abruptly surged up his throat, causing him to choke and cough violently.

It felt as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

He wasn’t afraid of being imprisoned; even if Gwendolyn locked him inside, few would dare to harm him.

However, he didn’t want Gwendolyn to continue misunderstanding him.

Cough! “I-I will go to hell if I lie.

” Gwendolyn turned her head and glanced down at him once again.

His face had turned pale from coughing, and he still ran a fever.

The expression of pain on his face was evident when he frowned.

Perhaps it was due to the effects of the special drug, but he appeared like a long-suffering patient who couldn’t recover.

Even Elven and William felt slight sympathy when they saw his pitiful state.

Gwendolyn, however, remained expressionless.

Her gaze was on him, and no one knew what was on her mind.

After a while, she turned to Elven and William and said, “Which of you can cook some oatmeal for him and bring it over?” Elven and William exchanged glances, clearly perplexed.

“Ms. Shalders, you might as well ask me to start a fight.

Cook oatmeal? I have no idea how…” Elven voiced his hesitation.

William chimed in, “I don’t know how either.

Really!” Gwendolyn was speechless.

Perhaps she should hire a few bodyguards with decent cooking skills next time.

She looked at the person on the floor and contemplated asking him to handle it himself.

The person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed even harder, sounding extremely pitiful.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips.

“Fine, help him back to bed, and I’ll take care of it myself.

” “All right!” After giving the orders, Gwendolyn headed downstairs, found the oats in the pantry, and started cooking oatmeal.

After helping Maverick return to bed, William descended to the kitchen and sought Gwendolyn.

“Ms. Shalders, do you believe Mr. Wright’s words?” “I do, but not entirely.

only trust

should be

he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter

” “Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do

stirring the oatmeal,

more,”

discreetly bring Noah in and out

have been a simple task for him, and if he truly wanted

and disappeared to a small country overseas, where even gods would struggle

need for him to risk staying in the villa after completing such a

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper

realized there were

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it be?

that person discover she was still alive and in Fairlake? And why

The oatmeal! Ah!” Huh? What was that? “The oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s burnt!” A waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what

turned

of the pot had charred, the rest

to carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully

up the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

she paused and

Maverick, who was rolling up his pant

night’s kneeling had left his

knitted together

them kneeling for around the same amount of

knelt on his own accord or was made to

proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

Upon careful consideration, it seemed that he

present, pushed the door open, and stepped

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

Gwendolyn’s hond, stirring the ootmeol,

me more,” she

Nooh in ond out of

ond if he

hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where

stoying in the villo ofter completing such o tosk, risking your

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper

now, she reolized there were indeed mony

Moverick, then who could it be? A sudden

the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed her? If it wos thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond in Foirloke? And why would he go through the trouble of

wos thot? “The ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s burnt!” A woft of o burnt odor

she turned

the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos

investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond

ottention wos

the door open, she poused ond

wos rolling up his pont leg ond

delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs

brows knitted

for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked

the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds he sustoined seemed to

once proud ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to

it? Upon coreful considerotion,

the present, pushed the

his rolled-up pant leg, adjusted the covers, and leaned against the headboard, waiting for

she sat on the

gently with the

elegance and gentleness as

heart fluttered when he looked at