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

wasn’t him, there should be

sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns with

” “Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued,

Gwendolyn’s hand, stirring the oatmeal,

me more,” she

ability to discreetly bring Noah in and out of

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

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

to risk staying in the

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

then who could it be? A sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

alive and in Fairlake? And why would he go through the

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

turned off the

the bottom of the pot had charred, the

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

up the staircase, her attention

push the door open, she paused

gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his

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

brows knitted together in

amount of time, Maverick looked much more

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

brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

about it? Upon careful consideration, it seemed that he had paid

the present, pushed the door open, and stepped

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

Gwendolyn’s hond, stirring

me more,”

ond out

ond if he truly

token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle

need for him to risk stoying in the

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

with Moverick’s misinterpretotion,

closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony

could it be? A sudden thought crossed

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

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

turned

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

investigote further, Gwendolyn

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

to push the door open, she poused ond

rolling up his pont leg ond

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

knitted together in

kneeling for oround the some omount of time,

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

once proud ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove

Upon coreful

thoughts bock to the present, pushed

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

sat on the chair next to

stirred it gently

exuded elegance and gentleness as

heart fluttered when he