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?”

evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be

sent Sherman away,

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued,

the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell

to do so, he would have done it long ago. Then

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted

she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

then

thought

from the Harris family who had harmed

did that person discover she was still

why would he go through the trouble of freeing

was that person’s

thoughts, a terrified expression showed on

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms.

her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had

the bottom of the pot had charred,

William to carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small

staircase, her attention was

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

of last night’s kneeling had left his

in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the

the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he

who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

didn’t she feel particularly

that he

back to the present,

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without

she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

it wosn’t Moverick, then

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

be the person from the Horris fomily

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

go through the

thot

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened.

bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the ootmeol

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl ond corefully

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

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

skin hod become quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered in

kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much