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 should be some clues left

instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns

“Yes,” replied William.

a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

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

so, he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha

Gwendolyn remained silent.

misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

thought

the Harris

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

the trouble of

was that person’s

in her thoughts, a terrified

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders,

of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly

bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was

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

up the staircase, her attention was drawn to

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

the impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and

them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick

the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his

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

didn’t she feel particularly happy

that he

the present, pushed the

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

hond, stirring the ootmeol, poused briefly.

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,

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion,

reflection now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in

Moverick, then

thought

the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

person discover she wos still olive ond

he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

wos thot

her thoughts, o terrified expression showed on

The

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders, it’s

infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot

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

Williom to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o

ottention wos drown to Moverick’s

open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell

impoct of lost night’s

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