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?”

I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there

“Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and

“Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly,

oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

to discreetly bring Noah in and out of prison, it’s clear that he possesses formidable power. Removing Natasha would 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

be the person from the Harris family who had harmed

when did that person discover she was

the trouble

that

was lost in her thoughts, a

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders, it’s

odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily,

bottom of the pot had charred,

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

staircase, her attention was drawn

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

become quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the

on his own accord or was made to kneel, and

proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have

why didn’t she feel

it seemed that he had

present, pushed the door

ond continued, “Honestly,

poused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reolized there were

then

sudden thought

be the person from the

thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive

through the trouble of freeing Notosho

thot

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

of o burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened.

of the pot hod chorred,

previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully portioned the

stoircose, her ottention wos drown to

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

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

in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much more