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.

though he

Gwendolyn’s frown deepened.

even asked anything yet, and 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 done any housework during this time?” Maverick pursed his thin lips, feeling as if someone was clenching his heart, the

chin a

got your

hoarse, yet his tone conveyed

Gwendolyn chuckled lightly.

you sick or something?”

He had been staying in the villa for two days without going out, and it had not rained

must have had a pretty high fever these past

more or less had

released her grip on

“Don’t just squat there.

the

up, and sat directly on the small couch

already relatively

began to feel numb, and his head felt

much longer, he was afraid

to ask, “What happened to Quinton’s injuries? Who

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

Maybe he fell.

one was willing

on the matter any

Maverick had just parted his lips to speak when Gwendolyn stared at him intently, reminding him, “I

car and went to

stole a glance at

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

behind her, scheming and

person calculated

but was also prepared for the possibility that

his throat felt as though it

handed him a cup, gesturing for him to pour water for

with amusement as she

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 truth from me, I won’t hide

whether she believed him or not, that was not

curved her lips, resting her cheek on one hand while

to look at him and gave a sly

I want to know what happened to Quinton’s

Be honest.

momentarily, and his thin

I had Nico

Nico? Gwendolyn furrowed her brows,

sorted things out and roughly figured it

likely related to Treyton

Samantha could be both the executor and planner

could not feel at ease before she

stood up and gently straightened her red

it was your subordinates who hurt mine, I’ll have your people work

a debt from the Lane

like stars as she finished speaking, and her charming little face displayed a mix of cold

stunned as he gazed into the faint glimmer