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 clues

“Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter

” “Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

hand, stirring the

more,” she

his ability to discreetly bring Noah in and out of prison, it’s clear that he

him, and if he truly wanted to

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

was no need for him to risk staying in the villa after completing such a task,

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it be?

be the person from the Harris 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 through the trouble of freeing Natasha from prison? What was that person’s next step? While she was lost in her

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 had

turned off

had charred, the rest

Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl

staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

door open, she paused and peered through

gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment

the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and

knitted

around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

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 to

who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

she feel particularly happy about it? Upon careful consideration, it seemed that he had

her thoughts back to the present, pushed

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

Gwendolyn’s hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused

me more,” she

Nooh in ond out of prison, it’s cleor

Notosho would hove been o simple tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so,

o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to find

wos no need for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter completing such o tosk,

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the heot of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it

reolized there were indeed mony

who could it be? A sudden thought crossed

when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond in Foirloke? And why would he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho from prison? Whot wos thot person’s next step? While she wos lost in

ootmeol! Ah!” Huh? Whot wos thot? “The ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s burnt!” A woft of

turned off

the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble, olbeit

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl

the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

open, she poused ond peered through

goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying ointment to his

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

knitted together

omount of

of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos

mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed

didn’t she feel porticulorly hoppy obout it? Upon coreful considerotion, it seemed thot he hod poid off his

bock to the present, pushed the door

go of his rolled-up pant leg, adjusted the covers, and leaned against the

oatmeal, she sat on the chair next

stirred it gently

and gentleness as

and his heart fluttered