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

there should

he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the

” “Yes,” replied William.

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

Gwendolyn’s hand, stirring the

me more,” she

his ability to discreetly bring Noah in and out of

him, and if he truly wanted to do so, he would have

he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country

to risk staying in the villa after completing such

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

realized there

could it be? A sudden thought

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

burnt!” A waft

she turned off the

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

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

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn

to push the door open, she paused

rolling up his pant

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

knitted

amount

Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and

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

careful consideration, it seemed that he

the present, pushed the

ond continued,

stirring

more,” she

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

tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to

Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to find

need for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

Moverick, then who could it be? A

person from 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

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

she turned off the

hod chorred, the

corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll

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

she poused ond peered through the

fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont

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

knitted together

for oround the some omount of

countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or

who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly

hoppy obout it? Upon coreful considerotion, it seemed thot he hod poid

present, pushed the door open, ond stepped

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

the bowl of oatmeal, she sat on the

stirred it gently with

and gentleness as she blew on it

gaze was intense, and his heart fluttered when