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

should be some

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

” “Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I

stirring

more,”

out of prison, it’s clear that he possesses

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

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

in the villa

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

there

who could it be? A sudden

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

Shalders, it’s burnt!” A

she turned

had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was

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

her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially

whether to push the door open, she paused and peered

who was rolling up

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

knitted together

around the same amount

the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance

careful consideration, it seemed that he

the present, pushed the door open, and

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

stirring

me more,”

out

tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so,

o smoll country overseos, where even gods

in the villo ofter completing such o tosk, risking your

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reolized there were indeed mony

then who could it

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

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s burnt!” A woft of o burnt

turned

the pot hod chorred,

her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown

to push the door open, she poused

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

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

brows knitted together

for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much

on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds

ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce

it? Upon coreful considerotion, it

the present, pushed the door

rolled-up pant leg,

sat on the chair next to his

stirred it gently with the

as

gaze was intense, and his heart fluttered when he