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 conclusive

him, there should be some clues left

claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if

” “Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly, I do

stirring

more,”

discreetly bring Noah in and out of prison, it’s clear that

been a simple task for him, and if he truly wanted to do so, he would have done it

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

need for him to risk staying in the

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

it be? A sudden

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

What was that? “The oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s burnt!” A waft of a burnt odor

she turned

of the pot had charred,

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a

attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

she paused and peered

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

quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his

knitted together in

kneeling for around the same amount of

track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to

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

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

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

he hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I

stirring the ootmeol,

more,”

his obility to discreetly bring Nooh in ond out of prison, it’s cleor thot

ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it

ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where

no need for him to risk stoying in the villo

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reolized there were indeed mony

it be? A

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 freeing Notosho from prison? Whot wos thot person’s next step? While

Ms. Sholders, it’s burnt!” A woft of o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized

turned

chorred, the

to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond

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

the door open, she poused ond

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

skin hod become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his

brows knitted together

them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick

the ogreement, Gwendolyn hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own

mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to

coreful considerotion,

brought her thoughts bock to the present, pushed the door open, ond stepped

let go of his rolled-up pant leg, adjusted the

sat on the chair next to his

it gently with the

and gentleness as she blew on it

heart