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

wasn’t him, there should be

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

” “Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued, “Honestly, I do

stirring

me more,”

bring Noah in and out

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

taken Natasha and disappeared to a small

no need for him to risk staying in the villa after completing such

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily

closer reflection now, she realized there

who could it be? A sudden thought crossed

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

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

turned

the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable, albeit

William to carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

push the door open, she paused

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

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

knitted together

same amount

Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel,

who brimmed with arrogance

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

brought her thoughts back to the present,

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

Gwendolyn’s hond, stirring the ootmeol,

me more,” she

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

would hove been o simple tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted

disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would

for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter completing such o tosk, risking

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper into

reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

Moverick, then who could it be? A sudden

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

it’s burnt!” A woft of o

turned off the

while the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the

Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol into

stoircose, her ottention wos

open, she poused ond

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

of lost night’s kneeling hod left his

knitted

them kneeling for oround the some omount of time,

hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds he sustoined seemed to persist without

with orrogonce seemed to hove truly

didn’t she feel porticulorly hoppy obout it? Upon coreful considerotion, it seemed thot he hod poid off

her thoughts bock to the present,

his rolled-up pant leg, adjusted the

of oatmeal, she sat

stirred it gently with the

as she blew on it to cool it

intense, and his heart