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.

trust conclusive

there should be some clues

pondered momentarily and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see

” “Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued, “Honestly,

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused

me more,” she

Noah in and out of prison,

task for him, and if he truly wanted to do

taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas,

him to risk staying in the villa after completing such a task,

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there

Maverick, then who could it

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 thoughts, a terrified expression showed

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

she turned off

had charred, the

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

her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

door open, she paused and

rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to his

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

knitted together in

them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much more

countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed to persist

man who brimmed with arrogance seemed

it? Upon careful consideration, it seemed

the present, pushed the

hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly,

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in

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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reflection now, she reolized there were indeed

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

she turned off

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

investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully

ottention

the door open, she poused ond peered

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

delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling

brows knitted

kneeling for oround the some omount

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

ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to

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

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

rolled-up pant leg, adjusted the covers, and

sat on the

gently with the

gentleness as she blew on it to cool

heart fluttered when he looked