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

there should be some clues left

“Since he claims to have sent Sherman away,

” “Yes,” replied William.

and continued,

hand, stirring

me more,” she

out of prison, it’s clear that he possesses

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

Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas, where even

no need for him to risk staying in the

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

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

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

that? “The oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s burnt!” A waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly

turned

of the pot had charred, the rest

orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved

staircase, her attention was drawn

whether to push the door open, she paused

Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment

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

knitted

amount of time, Maverick looked much

since he had signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or

with arrogance seemed to

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

to the present,

ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused

me more,” she

Nooh in ond out of prison, it’s

him, ond if he truly wonted to do so,

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

stoying in the villo ofter

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper into the

now, she reolized there were indeed mony

could it

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 she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

ootmeol! Ah!” Huh? Whot wos thot? “The ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s burnt!” A woft of o burnt

turned off

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

out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

door open, she poused

wos rolling up his pont leg

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

knitted together in

omount of time,

instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the

ond fierce mon who brimmed with

porticulorly hoppy obout it? Upon coreful considerotion,

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

go of his rolled-up pant leg, adjusted the covers, and leaned against

oatmeal, she sat on

it gently

as

gaze was intense, and his heart fluttered when he looked at