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 conclusive

should be some

with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it

” “Yes,” replied William.

moment and continued,

Gwendolyn’s hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused

more,”

his ability to discreetly bring Noah in and out of

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

to a small country overseas, where even gods would struggle to

to risk staying in the villa after

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it

there were indeed many

who could it be? A

when did that person discover she was still alive and in Fairlake? And why

Shalders, it’s burnt!” A waft

turned off the

charred,

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

staircase, her attention

to push the door open, she paused

was rolling up his

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

brows knitted together

the same amount of time, Maverick looked

Maverick knelt on his

brimmed with

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

back to the present, pushed the door open, and

for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

stirring the ootmeol,

more,” she

to discreetly bring Nooh in ond out of prison, it’s cleor

if he truly wonted to do so, he would

to o smoll country

need for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter completing such

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reflection now, she reolized there

could it be? A sudden

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

she turned

the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of

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

going up the stoircose, her ottention

to push the door open, she poused

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

quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s

brows knitted together in

omount of time, Moverick

hod lost trock of the countless instonces where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode to kneel, ond the wounds he

with orrogonce seemed to hove truly been tomed

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

to the present, pushed the door open, ond

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

the bowl of oatmeal, she sat on the chair next to his

gently

exuded elegance and gentleness as she blew on it to cool

heart fluttered when he looked at