Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 109 No Dinner For You Tonight

If Maverick kept refusing, it would become obvious that something was fishy.

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Maverick went to the kitchen with a cold expression on his face and brought out a new set of cutleries.

Ender Gwendolyn’s intense fierce gaze, he picked up a piece of grilled vegetable and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, chewing emotionlessly for a moment before swallowing it.

The whole set of actions went smoothly, like moving clouds and flowing water.

Maverick replied, “It tastes just like regular grilled vegetables. Want to give it a try?”

Gwendolyn propped her chin with one hand and pointed at the plate of vegetables with the other. She whispered in a devilish tone, “Finish this entire plate.”

Maverick’s expression changed slightly, and then he smiled. “You said that you’re the master here, so this is made for you. How could I eat it?”

Gwendolyn did not feel like wasting time talking nonsense with him. “If you don’t eat, I’ll getthe bodyguards to help you with it.”

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“You!” Maverick’s dark eyes narrowed, and he stared at her without flinching. “Are you trying to use your power to suppress me?”

Gwendolyn did not deny it. “Exactly. When dealing with a disobedient servant, one must take firm measures. So, do you want to cat by yourself, or should I have them come in and feed you?”

Another multiple-choice question without a choice.

Maverick’s face darkened gradually under her gaze.

Maverick’s pride and hostility all these years had been ground by the woman before him four times in just a few hours this afternoon. How detestable and despicable!

However, just as Gwendolyn was staring at him, she smiled with her eyes curved, which looked innocent, like there was no such thing as using power to oppress others.

It made his anger seem overly petty.

It was impossible for him to refuse.

Maverick picked up the fork again and reached for the plate of grilled vegetables on the table. He didn’t even realize that his arm was slightly trembling.

He held his breath and stuffed a large piece of vegetable into his mouth. It was incredibly difficult to swallow down the food as his entire mouth seemed to reject the bizarre taste.

In order to teach Gwendolyn a lesson and vent his frustration, he almost added a big amount of every bottle of seasonings with inconspicuous color.

Who would have guessed that she would be so cautious, and not eat a single bite? That half-smile expression on her face seemed to tell him that she had already seen through his trick.

the dish. However, as soon as he took a bite of the dish, his stomach felt sick.

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to hold it in any longer, he rushed to the kitchen and threw up

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bites of the food before spitting it out. Trying to torture me with this little trick? Just how childish is this man?

right to waste food. As a punishment, you’re

until his stomach was empty, but he still could not help but continue to retch.

him, but he

a burning sensation in Maverick’s throat. If she doesn’t allow me to eat, then so be

not to eat, but Gwendolyn still needed

o’clock, and

no hope for him to prepare dinner

to cook a simple

no choice but to take out another pot from the

added the pasta. She was apt in

quietly by the door,

Maverick’s mind

over again, would everything become different? If I hadn’t agreed to divorce her back then, and we just lived a simple and ordinary life together, things might turn out

thinking,

who signed a contract and was

was thinking, Gwendolyn had already prepared a delicious bowl of spaghetti Bolognese.

only one bowl of spaghetti, with no extra

single drop was left in the pot.

there was nothing he could do there. He decided to go

Stand in front of me and watch me

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she requested with a cold expression on bir

he did not understand her meaning until the aroma of the pasta invaded his nostrils mercilessly.

smells so good.

enjoying her meal too.

Adam’s apple rolled slightly, yet his face remained stern, standing there

smell was very strong. After he

him “appreciate” how she was eating was nothing less than cruel

understood the wicked thoughts Gwendolyn had in wanting to torment

spaghetti Bolognese, Gwendolyn felt full. She elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin and looked at the man standing before her, whose face

should look exactly as it was before you started using it, and don’t even think about slacking off.” After she finished speaking, she stood up and prepared to go upstairs.