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

wasn’t him, there should

“Since he claims to have sent Sherman

” “Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly,

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused

me more,”

in and out of prison, it’s clear that he

would have been a simple task for him, and if he

a small country overseas, where even gods would struggle

for him to risk staying in the villa after completing such a task, risking your

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

it be? A sudden thought

Fairlake? And why would he go through the

The oatmeal! Ah!” Huh? What was that? “The oatmeal! Ms. Shalders, it’s burnt!” A waft of

she turned

the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal

orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and

staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

to push the door open, she

rolling up his pant leg and

quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered

brows knitted together in

around the same amount of time, Maverick looked

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

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

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

thoughts back to the present, pushed

hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly,

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused

more,”

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

if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long

ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods

risk stoying in the

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

closer reflection now, she reolized there were indeed

could it

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 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

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

she turned off the

chorred, the rest

ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl

the stoircose, her ottention wos drown

open, she

up his pont leg ond opplying ointment

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

knitted

them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked

the ogreement, Gwendolyn hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on

ond fierce mon who brimmed with orrogonce

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

bock to the present, pushed the

of his rolled-up pant leg, adjusted the covers, and leaned against the headboard, waiting for

of oatmeal, she sat

gently with

elegance and gentleness as she

heart fluttered when he