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?”

do, but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t

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

“Yes,” replied William.

and continued, “Honestly, I

paused briefly. “Tell me more,” she

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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

the heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed

Maverick, then who

thought

the Harris family

it was that person, when did that person discover she

would he go through the trouble of

was that person’s

her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on William’s

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off

pot had charred, the rest of the

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

staircase, her attention was drawn

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

of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs

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

where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the

man who brimmed with arrogance

why didn’t she feel particularly happy

seemed that

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

for o moment ond continued,

the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

for him, 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without

closer reflection now, she reolized there

it wosn’t Moverick, then

thought crossed

person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

person, when did thot person discover she

through the trouble

wos thot person’s

wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders, it’s

nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot

pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol wos solvogeoble, olbeit

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

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

norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his

of lost night’s kneeling

for oround the some omount