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

it wasn’t him, there should

her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman

” “Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued,

stirring the oatmeal,

more,” she

and out of prison, it’s clear that

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

he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas,

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

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper

realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

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

Ms. Shalders, it’s burnt!” A waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized

she turned off the

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

orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn

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

whether to push the door open, she paused and peered through

was rolling up his pant leg

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

brows knitted together in

for around the same amount of

track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he

man who brimmed with arrogance seemed

about it? Upon careful consideration, it seemed that

the present, pushed the door open, and

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

Gwendolyn’s hond, stirring the

more,”

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

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

hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll

to risk stoying in the villo ofter completing

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the heot of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod

there

could it be? A

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 from prison? Whot wos thot person’s next step? While

“The ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s burnt!” A woft

turned off the

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

investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully

the stoircose, her ottention wos

door open, she poused ond peered through

wos rolling up

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

knitted

some omount

where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos

ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed

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

her thoughts bock to the present, pushed the door

pant leg, adjusted the

of oatmeal, she sat on the chair

gently with

exuded elegance and gentleness as she blew

his heart fluttered when he looked