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.

as though he had

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

he’s already feeling aggrieved? “What have you been up to these past couple of days? Mr. Harris seemed to have said you’re not allowed to go

done any housework during this time?” Maverick pursed his thin lips, feeling as if someone

chin

got your

deep and hoarse, yet his tone conveyed subtle

Gwendolyn chuckled lightly.

Are you

two days without going out, and

he have caught a fever? He must have had a pretty high fever these past few

less had

grip on his

“Don’t just squat there.

on the couch over

Maverick accepted the offer, stood up, and

was already relatively

his legs began to feel numb, and his head felt a

he was afraid he

glass of water and continued to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who did it?” Maverick watched her drink water as his Adam’s apple unconsciously moved

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

Maybe he fell.

one was willing to tell her

did not want to dwell on the matter any longer and returned

just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him,

car and went to the countryside

stole a

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

someone behind her, scheming and planning

person calculated every

me but was also prepared for the possibility that I

that his throat felt as though it

him a cup, gesturing

with amusement as she stared

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

As for whether she believed him or

cheek on one hand while the other was propped

to look at him and gave a sly

to know what happened

Be honest.

Maverick pondered momentarily, and his thin lips

me, so I had Nico

Nico? Gwendolyn furrowed her brows,

things out and roughly figured it out at this

likely related to Treyton in

aside, Samantha could be both the executor and planner

at ease

up and gently straightened her red velvet

subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your

a debt from

her charming little face displayed a mix of cold arrogance

gazed into the faint glimmer in