Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 115 Are You Going To Kneel

Maverick’s expression remained calm and composed as he said indifferently. “I prefer not to talk while I’m attending to my personal needs.”

Elven and Quinton were taken aback by this statement.

Could he be… It was only fifteen minutes. Did he take the time to jerk off while using the restroom? Isn’t the time a bit too short for a man?

Their gazes instinctively shifted downward from Maverick’s face.

Seeing their astonished expressions, Maverick’s face grew increasingly stern. F*ck, that was what he meant. when he said he wanted to use the bathroom.

But since he had been misunderstood anyway, Maverick saw no point in trying to explain himself. Instead, he simply walked to the sink and began to wash his hands with his usual graceful demeanor.

The two bodyguards watched him washing his hands.

Well, every man understands what this gesture means. Why should men make things difficult for each other?

Elven and Quinton were completely convinced by his nonsense.

After leaving the Wright residence, they escorted Maverick back to the car and drove him back to Bay Villa.

Upon arriving at the villa, Elven and Quinton informed Maverick before they discreetly positioned themselves in the shadows again. “Mr. Wright, we have approximately four hours before Ms. Shalders returns. Despite your absence earlier today, there are still household chores that need to be completed. before she comes home.”

“I know.” Maverick maintained his stoic demeanor as he spoke and pushed the door open, stepping into the villa.

Gwendolyn finally got off work an hour later than usual.

Wright Construction Group had been facing significant challenges as a result of Frida and Samantha’s extravagant spending. The company was grappling with numerous unresolved issues, and its stock market performance had declined significantly.

Gwendolyn had to put in extra effort in order to restore Wright Construction Group to its former glory within a short timeframe so that she could settle the score with Lane Group as soon as possible.

Upon returning to Bay Villa, she didn’t rush inside. Instead, she summoned Elven and Quinton who were hiding in the shadows.

“Ms. Shalders,” the two of them respectfully greeted, before starting their report. “Mr. Wright didn’t display any unusual behavior today.”

Gwendolyn didn’t believe it. “Is he really that well-behaved? Are you sure you never let him out of your sight?”

Both of them said in unison. “Yes.”

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“Tell me everything he said to Frida and Sheralyn today, without leaving out a single word”

glances and began to

to their report, Gwendolyn’s expression remained composed. “All right. Thank you for your update. You may

the situation, Gwendolyn gracefully made her way through

there was a faint

Gwendolyn entering the living room. Without a word, he swiftly retrieved her slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them neatly

her feet.

“Welcome home.”

he spoke with a somewhat reluctant tone. and his expression was icy cold as if she owed him three million dollars, he had completed all his assigned tasks. After a long

at him.

turned

is ready. Let’s

the steaming dishes served on the dinner table. She suddenly recalled Maverick’s past mockery and ridicule when she had diligently waited for him to return home for dinner last time. Instantly,

and eat, I’ve

that, she tried to leave again. Maverick stepped forward, a peculiar expression adorning his face. “You’ve already eaten? Who did you eat with? Treyton

that day, a slight frown appeared on Maverick’s face. “It was Sherman, wasn’t it? After discussing work, you two went to have

Gwendolyn frowned.

does he look like a wife

housekeeper now, so you have no right to question

walked past him and went

figure gradually disappear into the stairwell, Maverick’s demeanor underwent a drastic shift. An

toward the fruit knife nestled within the

three in

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villa was enveloped in deep slumber, as this was the

window, painting delicate patterns of light upon the sleeping man

full alertness. There was no trace of sleepiness in his

and sat up, quietly leaving the room. He then reached the first floor and retrieved the fruit krite from

a rather restless

having this unsettling sensation that something was watching her from

it so similar to the night before

snapped open, and an alarming

sharp blade cut through her palm, and the crimson droplets cascaded down

assessing the distance between herself and the attacker, she swung her uninjured left hand, and

“Um…”

let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground,

from Maverick, no one else would dare to

turned on the table lamp

expected, it was Maverick.