Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 122 A Helping Hand What are they here for? Maverick froze in place, glowering at the duo behind Gwendolyn.

+15 Bonus At that moment, Sherman’s visage mirrored that of Maverick’s.

The former could barely conceal the animosity and hatred in his eyes.

Treyton, too, regarded Maverick with an unkind countenance.

It was as though they were having a staredown with one another.

Neither of them had the slightest intention of averting their gazes.

Gwendolyn sensed the hostility in the air and could not help but roll her eyes.

Must these men be this childish? If looks could kill, they would have already murdered one another hundreds of times.

She let out a sigh and thought for a moment before directing her line of sight at Maverick.

“You don’t need to cook today, and there’s not much you can help with here.

The leaves in the garden have been falling like crazy lately, so why don’t you go sweep them?” Me? Go outside to sweep the fallen leaves and leave her chitchatting with these two? I could let it go if it was only Treyton, but on what grounds does Sherman get to stay? Maverick’s face darkened.

He refused to move a muscle.

Gwendolyn walked away to fetch a bottle of fine red wine from the liquor cabinet, but when she turned around, she found Maverick still standing in the same spot.

She urged him, “Hurry up! If you can’t walk, I’ll summon Ryan and let him push you there.” It looks like I really have to go.

Maverick’s mien was as grim as death.

On his way out, he slammed the door with all his might, seemingly venting his dissatisfaction.

Pointing at the door, Treyton turned to Gwendolyn and complained.

“Just look at him! He has such a bad temper! The cheek of him to throw a tantrum in front of you.

He really deserves a beating” Gwendolyn, in turn, pursed her lips and smiled.

“Ignore him.

Sooner or later, I’ll make sure he learns how to behave.” Treyton did not react to that remark.

Sherman, however, had displeasure written all over his face.

“He’s full of pride, Gwendolyn.

Even a ferocious wild beast will back off when it’s injured, but once it seizes an opening, it’ll bite back.

this time! Isn’t it obvious that he premeditated all this? It’d be too late if you failed to teach him a lesson and wound up hurting yourself instead.” Treyton nodded

Gwendolyn opened the refrigerator to look for ingredients, she laughed and said, “Don’t

the garden,

got the better of him when he pondered how Gwendolyn would

edge of the window and peeked through the glass, only to find an extremely harmonious

appearing to be

remembered she had also been full of laughter in the first year of their

playing about her lips, and her eyes

all her

her gaze was incredibly frosty and indifferent every time

had become breathtakingly gorgeous and distant,

what difficulties she encountered, she always remained poised and

her true self, after all? Maverick felt a tightness in his chest as a suffocating

deep in thought, he suddenly saw Elven hurriedly push open the door to the living room and stride toward Gwendolyn to say

to continue sweeping the fallen leaves when he noticed Elven stepping

Mrs. Wright fell down

asked to see

suddenly fall down the stairs? “All right.” Maverick glanced back through the window at that group of three inside the house who

emotions flitted across his dark

Elven to

her previous private ward to

leg, she lay in bed

sound of the door opening, she looked up and

immediately welled up in

I’d never get to see

in the cast, and Frida instantly cried out in

woman’s exaggerated reaction, Maverick

to the chair beside the bed and took a

did you fall for no reason?” Aggrieved, Frida wanted to explain when her gaze

haven’t seen my son for so long, and I’d like to have

won’t take too long, is that okay?” Elven hesitated for a moment and did

A Helping Hand +15 Bonus Maverick turned

won’t make things

time he was beaten up, it was Elven who had to

currently

was somewhat in awe of Maverick’s dignity, so he chose not to put

exited the ward and

“Tell me, what’s the deal with your injury? I just checked it out,

true that I slipped and fell down the stairs

about five or six

catch a glimpse of your face?” “How did you make people think that you’re gravely injured?” Frida returned a mysterious smirk and whispered close to his ear, “I naturally have a way

progress on the matter I mentioned to

Erida gently pushed his