Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

If it truly wasn’t him, then this matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Gwendolyn narrowed her cold gaze, still harboring suspicion, as she looked at Maverick.

She pinched his cheeks with all her might.

His cheeks bulged like he had two buns in his mouth. His handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his bright eyes resembled the eyes of a distressed pet.

“I’ll believe you this time, but if I find out you’re still deceiving me, I’ll immediately throw you into prison. Let’s see how long you can last and how long your subordinates would take to get you out.”

She finished speaking and angrily retracted her hands.

Maverick slumped down on the floor, feeling completely drained.

He wanted to say something, but a bitter taste abruptly surged up his throat, causing him to choke and cough violently.

It felt as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

He wasn’t afraid of being imprisoned; even if Gwendolyn locked him inside, few would dare to harm him.

However, he didn’t want Gwendolyn to continue misunderstanding him.

Cough! “I-I will go to hell if I lie.”

Gwendolyn turned her head and glanced down at him once again.

His face had turned pale from coughing, and he still ran a fever. The expression of pain on his face was evident when he frowned.

Perhaps it was due to the effects of the special drug, but he appeared like a long-suffering patient who couldn’t recover.

Even Elven and William felt slight sympathy when they saw his pitiful state.

Gwendolyn, however, remained expressionless. Her gaze was on him, and no one knew what was on her mind.

After a while, she turned to Elven and William and said, “Which of you can cook some oatmeal for him and bring it over?”

Elven and William exchanged glances, clearly perplexed.

“Ms. Shalders, you might as well ask me to start a fight. Cook oatmeal? I have no idea how…” Elven voiced his hesitation.

William chimed in, “I don’t know how either. Really!”

Gwendolyn was speechless.

Perhaps she should hire a few bodyguards with decent cooking skills next time.

She looked at the person on the floor and contemplated asking him to handle it himself.

The person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed even harder, sounding extremely pitiful.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips.

“Fine, help him back to bed, and I’ll take care of it myself.”

“All right!”

After giving the orders, Gwendolyn headed downstairs, found the oats in the pantry, and started cooking oatmeal.

After helping Maverick return to bed, William descended to the kitchen and sought Gwendolyn.

“Ms. Shalders, do you believe Mr. Wright’s words?”

only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues

continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away,

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

have been a simple task for him, and if he truly wanted to do so, he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas, where even gods would struggle to find them. There was no need for him to risk staying in the villa after completing such a task, risking

Gwendolyn remained silent.

yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper into

now, she realized there were indeed

wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

thought

the Harris

that person, when did that person discover she was still alive

would he go through the

was that person’s next

in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly

pot had charred, the rest of

out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned

up the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his

had become quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered in

kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked

the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been tamed

she feel particularly

it seemed that he had paid

thoughts back to the present, pushed the door open, and

hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

ootmeol, poused briefly.

ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to find them. There wos no need for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter completing such o tosk, risking

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it

reflection now, she reolized there

wosn’t Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought

it be the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

person discover she wos still olive ond in

through the trouble

wos thot person’s

thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened.

the pot hod chorred, the rest of the

ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

the door open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling

delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees

kneeling for oround the some omount