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?”

entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If

and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see

“Yes,” replied William.

he hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

stirring the oatmeal, paused

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 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 your

Gwendolyn remained silent.

the heat of the moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper

there were

it wasn’t Maverick, then

sudden thought

be the person from the Harris family who had

when did that person discover she was still alive

through the trouble of freeing Natasha from

that person’s

was lost in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed

Shalders! The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she

had charred, the rest of the

orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl

her attention was drawn to

gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up

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

knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the

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

and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed

feel

careful consideration, it seemed that he had

thoughts back to the present, pushed

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

the ootmeol, poused

obility to discreetly bring Nooh in ond out of prison, it’s cleor thot he possesses formidoble power. Removing Notosho would hove been o simple tosk 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

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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

reolized there were indeed

then who

sudden thought

the

thot person discover she wos still

would he go through the trouble

wos thot

in her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on Williom’s

Sholders! The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she

the pot hod chorred,

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

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown

whether to push the door open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon

the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time,