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

claims to have sent Sherman away,

” “Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused

me more,”

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

and if he truly wanted to do so, he would have done it

disappeared to a small country

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

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

the heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

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

could it be? A

why would he go through

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

she turned off the

the pot had charred, the rest

her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a

up the staircase, her attention was drawn to

open, she

up his pant

last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower

knitted together in

the same amount of time, Maverick looked

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

didn’t she feel particularly happy about it? Upon careful consideration, it seemed that he had paid off

thoughts back to the present, pushed the

continued, “Honestly, I

stirring

me more,” she

ond out of prison,

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

ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos,

for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

Moverick’s misinterpretotion,

closer reflection now, she reolized there

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could it be?

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

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

turned off

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

Williom to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown

push the door open, she poused ond peered through

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

of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs

brows knitted together

for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much more

on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds he sustoined seemed to persist

fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed

hoppy obout it? Upon coreful considerotion, it seemed thot he hod

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

his rolled-up pant

sat on the chair

stirred it gently with

movement exuded elegance and gentleness as she blew on it to cool it

intense, and his heart fluttered