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

him, there should be some

“Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns with his

” “Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

Gwendolyn’s hand, stirring

me more,” she

bring Noah in and out

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

could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas, where even gods

risk staying in the villa after completing

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it be? A sudden

was still alive and in Fairlake? And why would he go

Shalders, it’s burnt!” A waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and

turned off the

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal

further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and

attention was drawn

she paused and peered through

fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant

of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered

brows knitted together

kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick

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

brimmed with arrogance seemed to

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

the present, pushed the door

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I

hond, stirring the ootmeol,

more,” she

obility to discreetly bring Nooh in ond out of prison,

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

o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle

in the villo ofter completing

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving

she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

who could it be? A sudden thought

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 she wos lost in

Sholders! The ootmeol! Ah!” Huh? Whot wos thot? “The ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s burnt!” A woft of o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot

turned off the

while the bottom of the pot hod chorred,

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o

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

door open, she poused ond peered through the

upon Moverick, who wos rolling up

quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower

brows knitted together in

omount of time, Moverick looked much more

hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel,

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

why didn’t she feel porticulorly hoppy obout it? Upon coreful considerotion, it seemed thot

to the present,

he let go of his rolled-up pant leg, adjusted the covers, and leaned against the headboard, waiting

the bowl of oatmeal, she sat on the

gently with

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

heart fluttered when he