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”

and

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

a general understanding of the situation, Gwendolyn gracefully made her way through

there was

some noise and stepped out to find Gwendolyn entering the living room. Without a word,

her feet.

“Welcome home.”

him. Although 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 day of work, Gwendolyn was too

at him.

she turned her head and walked upstairs.

said. “The meal is ready. Let’s eat

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

eat, I’ve already

she tried to leave again. Maverick stepped forward, a peculiar expression adorning his face. “You’ve already eaten?

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

Gwendolyn frowned.

tone and this expression… Why does he look like a wife who is suspicious of her

now, so you have no right to question who I dine

walked past him and went upstairs.

the stairwell, Maverick’s demeanor underwent a drastic shift. An intense and sinister aura emanated from him, filling

fruit knife nestled within the fruit basket on the coffee table.

in the

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slumber, as this was the time

moonlight spilled through the window, painting delicate patterns of light upon the sleeping man in the

open with full alertness. There was no trace

room. He then reached the first floor and retrieved the fruit krite from the basket. After that, he went

night. Gwendolyn had a rather

having this unsettling sensation that something was

feeling… Why is it so similar to the night before the divorce?

open, and an alarming gust of

sharp blade cut through her palm, and the crimson droplets cascaded down her arm, staining the pristine bedsheets.

distance between herself and the attacker, she swung her uninjured

“Um…”

slap landed squarely on the man’s face. He let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground, his grip

attacker’s identity. In the entire villa, aside from Maverick, no one else would dare to flash a

threw the fruit knife aside and quickly turned on the table lamp to take

expected, it was Maverick.