Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 190 Let Him Go Prev ChapterNext Chapter The confrontation lasted for several minutes.

Caught in the middle, Gwendolyn glanced from one man to the other.

As the 023 special drug had lost its effect on Maverick, he now looked more imposing than Charles.

His eyes gleamed with a chilling and merciless intensity.

Gwendolyn did not know what to say.

They were already eyeing each other with so much hostility in the beginning that she was not sure how the night would end.

She cleared her throat loudly, drawing their attention to her.

Gwendolyn then gestured for Charles to look in the direction of the dining room.

“Charles, I’ve prepared all this food, and I’ve been waiting for you.

I’ve also prepared two bottles of red wine.

It’s been a long time since we’ve had a drink together.

Let’s all drink and be merry tonight.

” “Okay.

” Charles shifted his focus from Maverick to Gwendolyn.

He looked at her affectionately as they walked into the dining room together.

“Gwen, your culinary skills are amazing.

These dishes smell so good.

I wasn’t that hungry earlier, but now my appetite has been whetted.

” “I’m happy as long as you like them.

” Maverick stood in the stairwell, observing their interaction keenly.

Even though Gwendolyn had already told him about her plan that night, he was still caught off-guard when he saw her smiling happily at Charles and speaking to him in such a gentle manner.

He felt a pang of heartache.

When would Gwendolyn treat him the way she was treating Charles? Both of them were chatting and laughing in the dining room, oblivious to the awkward expression on Maverick’s face.

At the dining table, Gwendolyn pursed her lips and smiled.

She took the bottle of red wine that had been decanted and was about to pour some for Charles.

Charles extended his hand, making a gesture to stop her.

“Gwen, you have a servant here.

You don’t have to do this yourself.

” Gwendolyn’s expression momentarily froze, but she quickly regained her composure.

She put down the red wine and looked in the direction of the staircase.

“Maverick, come here.

” Charles’ lips curled up slightly with a satisfied look.

He was sitting in an upright position as if he had cultivated this habit over the years.

on Maverick, waiting for the latter to go over

them, he

of surprise in his voice when

help you wipe it

sat in her chair, not

his hands in a

her face, another pair

he uttered through gritted teeth, “Mr.

hands

and sneered, “I shall do whatever

Mind your own business.

Charles enunciated the last few words clearly and was about

his grip and stared

a malevolent and piercing intensity, radiating a

to break free, but his

to look

this how a servant treats his employer? He’s so

defiant servant ought to be taught

was about to speak when

“My employer is Gwendolyn.

are?”

were entangled,

tension

she held

would always be an

again, giving Maverick

“That’s enough.

Let go.

this, Maverick released

he did not move and

glare was fixed on Charles, capturing his

took out a tissue and wiped

spoke with a hint

able to enjoy our meal tonight

what Charles meant and looked sternly

Newton is my

him the

to make me angry? I think I have been too lenient

toward the outside of the villa and

William and Quinton quickly walked into the living room and stood at

Maverick

to the basement

him

Quinton looked at each other

face

with a

because of him?” Gwendolyn turned to look at him with

I are childhood friends,

him, but now I’ve come to terms

Let bygones be bygones.

all, he still has a special place

a chance to terminate our employment contract, but you

way things are

mean anything to me?” Her harsh words cut through him

was so hurt that it took his

knowing her plan, hearing her speak those hurtful words still caused him great pain

no longer had

Gwendolyn intentionally using Charles to tell Maverick the truth in a roundabout way? Maverick’s eyes were

uttered, “I know I’ve made many mistakes in the past, but aren’t you even a little moved by

noticed that Maverick was slowly tearing