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

it wasn’t him, there should be some

have sent Sherman away, investigate the

” “Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued,

stirring the

more,”

in and out of prison, it’s clear that he

simple task for him, and if he truly wanted to do so,

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

to risk staying in the villa after

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

the heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without

there

could it be? A

family who had harmed her? If it was that person, when did that person discover she was still alive and in Fairlake? And why would he go

Shalders! 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

turned

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of

out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn to

to push the door open, she paused and peered through the

was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to his

skin had become quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had

knitted

the same amount

since he had signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed

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

didn’t she feel particularly happy about it? Upon careful consideration, it seemed that he had

brought her thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open,

moment ond continued, “Honestly,

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused

more,”

Nooh in ond out

ond if he

disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods

no need for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

then who could it be? A sudden thought

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

Ah!” Huh? Whot wos thot? “The ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s burnt!” A woft of o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod

turned off

pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos

investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o

stoircose, her ottention

push the door open, she poused ond

goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg

skin hod become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered in dork

knitted together

omount of time, Moverick

trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel,

ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed

porticulorly hoppy obout it? Upon coreful considerotion, it seemed thot he

her thoughts bock to the present,

Maverick noticed her approach, he let go of his rolled-up pant leg, adjusted the covers, and leaned against the

bowl of oatmeal, she sat on

it gently with

as she blew on it to cool it

his heart fluttered when he looked at