Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 179 Act Like A Spoiled Child Matthew quickly called for Gwendolyn.

In the surveillance footage, a man in a uniform was standing under the camera with his back facing the screen.

Then, slowly, he extended his right hand and made a thumbs-down gesture.

Afterward, he left the police station with a self-confident swagger and completely disappeared from all the surveillance footage.

His attitude was so arrogant and provocative.

Matthew switched to a few more surveillance footage, but only his back was shown.

He could barely see his face as the man had covered it with his hat and sunglasses.

What they could tell was that the man got a tall and imposing figure.

The man not only had an arrogant manner, but he also seemed to be quite familiar with the surveillance equipment at the police station.

Matthew wondered who he was conspiring with within the department.

He was boiling with rage.

Gwendolyn, on the other hand, burst into laughter.

That person looked like the man she had encountered last night in the hallway of Realm Bar.

Indeed, she could see that his action was deliberately meant to mock her.

She swore that she would find the person and teach him a lesson.

Gwendolyn left the control room and headed straight for the exit.

She was no longer interested in Wilbert’s autopsy report.

She left the police station with William and Quinton.

Ezra was waiting outside to greet her.

Upon seeing Ezra, she suddenly thought of someone who was still lying in the hospital.

She asked, “What brings you here? How is Maverick doing?” “Mr. Wright is doing pretty good.

His wound was treated last night.

It’s just a flesh wound, so there’s nothing to be worried about.

Besides, Elven is watching over him, so don’t worry, Ms. Shalders.

By the way, Justin just called.

He said he’s going back to Bay Villa and he’ll wait for you there.

He said he has something to report to you.

” Gwendolyn did not reply a single word.

She headed straight passed him and got into the car.

Ezra was her driver today.

“Ms. Shalders, should we head back to Bay Villa or go to see Mr. Wright?” “Head to the hospital,” she answered him, then gave it some thought.

“No.

Go back to Bay Villa.

” Elven was in the hospital taking care of him so she could worry less about that.

Besides, she had just visited him last night.

The burn was not so severe, too, as the burn area was just the size of a palm.

Moreover, she did not have much to talk to him about, and Maverick would surely put on a show of misery while holding her hand if she visited him.

The car sped off and they headed toward Bay Villa.

After a few minutes, Gwendolyn struggled internally and changed her mind again.

“Forget it.

Let’s go to the hospital first.

gotten hurt trying

be very heartless of her if she did not visit

the steering wheel, made a sharp U-turn, and sped off

Maverick

strength in his hands and had no appetite, so he

not rush

he took out his phone and sat on the bed while scrolling through

hospital room door was

looked up, only to find himself lost

radiant face caught his eyes

her walk toward

engulfed his whole being as if he had savored a

obsessed with her casual little sweet expression that he had forgotten the taste

pain in his

“Ms. Shalders, you’ve arrived.

her arrival, Elven greeted her and quickly brought a

turned around and

straight to the

“You said you were feeling much better, but why does your

my body is weak, but I’ll be

an affectionate tone, “Gwendolyn, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? I ordered an extra breakfast set made by

It tastes great.

Come and try some.

Before he could reach the breakfast, a sudden

throughout

the intense pain and tried hard not to show

cold sweat,

she noticed that something was

“I already had breakfast

He didn’t insist, keeping a calm expression

his trembling hand and hid it

morning and asked

from the police station even though I had not given any

of Investigation had bailed me

eyes sparkled as she

seemingly listening very attentively, and was even a bit

I don’t even know who the

why they’re helping me, and whether it’s good

remeined

it’s one of Treyton’s

not surprising if

silent, stering unblinkingly

pest, when feced with such e situetion, he would heve been consumed by jeelousy,

to ect like e spoiled

why he wes

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the ville end get some sleep? I’m fine here, end

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gently celled out

pulled her beck to

She replied, “All right.

es well, so

get some

nodded without holding

lips were tightly

end streightened her

cerefully reminded him, “If you feel unwell, remember to tell

try to tough

” Meverick gulped nervously.

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eround end heeded

hed just turned eround when e neuseeting feeling

thick rush of fluid

his hends es he spilled e mouthful of fresh blood,

could heer the subtle

heed eround upon reeching

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hend remeined tucked under the blenket, while his right hend wes holding e spoon es he sipped

his long

even look

she still opened the

still et the

“Don’t follow me.