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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Chapter 115 Are You Going To Kneel

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

glances and began

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

made her way through the front

brightly lit, and there was a faint aroma of food in

and stepped out to find Gwendolyn entering the living room. Without a word, he swiftly retrieved

her feet.

“Welcome home.”

with a somewhat reluctant tone. and his expression was icy cold as if she owed him three million dollars, he

at him.

she turned her head and walked upstairs.

is ready. Let’s eat

she had diligently waited for him to return home for dinner last time.

ahead and eat,

forward, a peculiar expression adorning his face. “You’ve already eaten? Who did you eat with?

about the encounter she had earlier that day, a slight frown appeared on Maverick’s face. “It was Sherman, wasn’t it? After

Gwendolyn frowned.

a wife who is suspicious of her husband who comes home

my housekeeper now, so you

speaking, she walked past him and

demeanor underwent a drastic shift. An intense and

nestled within the fruit basket on the coffee table. His expression became

three in the

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enveloped in deep slumber, as this was the time when people were in their deepes stage

moonlight spilled through the window, painting delicate patterns of

in the next moment, the man’s eyes snapped open with full alertness.

reached the first floor and retrieved the

night. Gwendolyn had a

this unsettling sensation that something was watching her from

it so similar to the night

snapped open, and an

a second thought, she instinctively reached out and tightly gripped the blade. The sharp blade cut through her

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

“Um…”

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

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

quickly turned on the table lamp to

it