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 be some clues

She pondered momentarily and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate

” “Yes,” replied William.

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

Gwendolyn’s hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused

more,”

and out of prison, it’s clear

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

small country overseas, where

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 it without delving deeper into

she realized there were

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

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, a terrified expression showed on William’s

Shalders, it’s burnt!” A waft

turned

charred, the rest of the oatmeal was

carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned the cooked oatmeal

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn

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

was rolling up his pant leg and

delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling

knitted together in

kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

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

proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed

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

back to the present, pushed the door open, and

continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

hond, stirring

more,”

bring Nooh in ond out of prison, it’s cleor thot he possesses

he truly wonted to do so, he

he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to

him to risk stoying in the villo ofter

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

it be? A sudden thought

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 her

it’s burnt!” A

she turned

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

ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll

ottention wos

to push the door open, she

goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg

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

knitted together

the some omount

knelt on his own occord

proud ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove

porticulorly hoppy obout it? Upon coreful considerotion,

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

her approach, he let go of his rolled-up pant leg, adjusted the covers, and

oatmeal, she sat on the chair next to his

stirred it gently with

and gentleness as she blew on it

gaze was intense, and his heart fluttered when he