Wooing My Ex-Wife

As Gwendolyn slipped on her slippers, she observed him closely.

She took off her trench coat and handed it to him.

Maverick paused for a second.

His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his handsome face was pale.

He obediently took the trench coat from Gwendolyn and helped her hang it on the coat rack.

He did not take the initiative to speak, completely unlike his usual attentive and diligent self.

Gwendolyn’s expression grew darker and darker.

Maverick did not notice at all and turned his head to glance at the clock on the living room wall.

It was almost noon already.

He eagerly headed to the kitchen to prepare a meal.

Gwendolyn sat on the couch with an imposing posture.

“Come here.

” Her tone was cold when she spoke, leaving no room for interruption.

Maverick’s broad back stiffened for a moment, then he turned around, walked to her, and stood still.

She did not look up, her expression somewhat cold.

“I remember someone once said they wouldn’t make me look up to them.

” Maverick did not budge, feeling awkward as he noticed her attitude toward him remained icy cold.

Did Treyton really not tell her that I was the one who saved her? Anyway, did Gwendolyn come back today to settle the score of my attending the charity gala with Samantha? He had thought he could balance his merits and demerits.

Suddenly, he felt a suffocating tightness in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

“Hmm?” It was an imposing hum, possessing a delicate, gentle tone produced uniquely by women.

Gwendolyn was growing a bit impatient.

Maverick froze for two seconds, then went down on one knee, slowly squatting in front of her feet.

His eyes were still downcast, and his eyelashes trembled gently.

Gwendolyn sensed his awkwardness, which made her feel even more confused.

She gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to look up.

Their eyes met.

Maverick’s eyes were tinged with a hint of red.

Within his deep black pupils lay a sense of vulnerability and grievance that he tried to conceal but could not quite hide.

looked as though

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris

this time?” Maverick pursed his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his

her chin

your tongue?”

and hoarse,

Gwendolyn chuckled lightly.

the matter with your throat? Are you sick or something?”

in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained during

caught a fever? He must have had a pretty high fever these past few days given his extremely pale

less had

her grip on

“Don’t just squat there.

the

offer, stood up, and sat directly

was already relatively

a short while, his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a bit

for much longer, he was afraid

gracefully poured herself a glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who did it?” Maverick watched her

beat, he said casually, “I’ve been lying in my

Maybe he fell.

No one was willing to tell her the

to dwell on the matter

lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I

and went to the

gulped and stole a glance at

in her demeanor, he went on, “At the party, Samantha was just carrying out

her, scheming and

person calculated every move

with me but was also prepared for the possibility that I would refuse and had plans to silence me…” Here, he let out a

much that his throat felt as though it was on

cup, gesturing

were filled with amusement as she stared at

me about joining forces, but aren’t you afraid I’ll become suspicious of you, thinking you’re deliberately exposing yourself?” “Since you want to hear the

As for whether she believed him or not, that

her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while the other

head to look at him and gave a

to know what happened to

Be honest.

and his thin

I

Nico? Gwendolyn furrowed her brows, sensing he was hiding

and roughly figured it out at this

was likely related to

could be both the executor and planner this

feel at ease before she

stood up and gently straightened her red velvet

hurt mine, I’ll have your

to collect a debt from the Lane

speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix

as he gazed into the faint glimmer