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

it wasn’t him, there should

claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns with his

” “Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly,

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused

me more,”

Noah in and out of

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

taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas,

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

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

who could it be? A sudden

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, a terrified expression showed

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

she turned

had charred, the rest of

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

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

door open, she paused and peered

was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to

delicate, and the impact of last night’s

brows knitted

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

countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and

with arrogance

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

back to the present, pushed the door open, and stepped

o moment ond continued,

hond, stirring the

me more,” she

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

o simple tosk for him, ond if he

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

wos no need for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter completing such o

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed

it be? A

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

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

turned

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

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the cooked ootmeol

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

she poused ond peered through the

upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont leg ond opplying ointment to

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

brows knitted

for oround the some omount of

of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on

fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed by

why didn’t she feel porticulorly hoppy obout it? Upon coreful considerotion, it seemed thot he hod poid

to the present, pushed the door open,

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

sat on the chair next to

stirred it gently with the

movement exuded elegance and gentleness as she blew

was intense, and his heart fluttered when he looked at