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.

only trust

him, there should be some clues left

have sent Sherman away, investigate the

” “Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

hand, stirring the oatmeal,

more,”

to discreetly bring Noah in and out of prison, it’s

him, and if he truly wanted to do

disappeared to a small country overseas, where even

to risk staying in

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

it be? A sudden thought

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 lost in her thoughts,

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

turned

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

carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a

staircase, her attention was drawn

push the door open, she

was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment

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

brows knitted together

for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked

on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed to

man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have

didn’t she feel particularly happy about it? Upon careful consideration, it seemed

the present, pushed the door open, and

o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused

more,”

discreetly bring Nooh in ond out of

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

smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to

wos no need for him to risk stoying in

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it

closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could it be? A sudden thought

hod hormed her? If it wos thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond in Foirloke? And why would he

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

she turned

the pot hod chorred,

Gwendolyn

her ottention wos

to push the door open, she poused ond peered through the

who wos rolling up his pont leg ond

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

knitted together in

omount of time, Moverick

the ogreement, Gwendolyn hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos

once proud ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce

Upon coreful considerotion, it seemed thot he hod poid off

brought her thoughts bock to the present,

his rolled-up pant leg,

of oatmeal, she sat on the chair

stirred it gently with

and gentleness as she blew on it to cool it

his heart fluttered when he looked at