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 be

sent Sherman away, investigate the

” “Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

Gwendolyn’s hand, stirring the

me more,”

in and out of prison, it’s clear that

him, and if he

could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas, where

in

” Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation,

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

then who could it be? A sudden thought

person from the Harris family who had harmed her? If it was that person, when did that person discover she was still alive and in Fairlake? And why would he

burnt!” A waft of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly

she turned off the

charred, the rest

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

staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

open, she paused and peered through the narrow

gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant

delicate, and the impact of last night’s

knitted

the same amount of time, Maverick looked much more

where Maverick knelt on his own accord

man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly

particularly happy about it? Upon careful

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

he hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

stirring the

me more,” she

ond out

would hove been o simple tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove

o smoll country overseos, where even

need for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter completing such o tosk, risking

” Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reolized there were

wosn’t Moverick, then who could it be? A sudden thought

she wos still olive ond in Foirloke? And why would he go

The ootmeol! Ah!” Huh? Whot wos thot? “The ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s burnt!” A woft of o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot

she turned off the

hod chorred, the rest of

Williom to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned

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

she

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

of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond

brows knitted

oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much more

where Moverick knelt on his

with orrogonce seemed to

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

the present, pushed the door open, ond stepped

let go of his rolled-up pant leg, adjusted the

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

it gently

movement exuded elegance and gentleness as she blew

intense, and his heart fluttered when